Its no field of roses
Its not a walk in the park
Its no fairy tale story
Its quite the opposite

Being me is like
A field of dead roses
A walk in the park being stalked
A tragic ending in a fairy tale

Being me has no perks
It has dead ends
Scarred wrist that still bleed
And a darkness that's overbearing

You want to think it's easy
Well walk three yards in my shoes
Bet you will run to a 45
Won't even hesitate to pull the trigger

Being me is pathetic
I don't even like being me
And my reflection hates it even more
Because it shatters at the sight of me

Being me is no hyperbole
Its a pure *****
Filled with suicidal thoughts
And pointless attempts

Being me is harder that you can imagine
I wish I was you
Living a life easier to live
Not being afraid of what night can bring

Being me is insane
Not metaphorically but literally
Its straight jackets, pills, and needles
Scared eyes pointed in your direction

Being me is a game
And everybody is the pawn
My entertainment
And sadly the reason I hate being me

Being me is pointless
No wonder I want to die
Its ******* boring
And really just a pathetic excuse at life