Turn the knife away from them
They aren't the problem
If everyone has a problem with you
Then clearly you are the problem
Turn that knife inwards
Cut out the sickness
Drain away the disease
But still
No one treats you better
So you try again and again
The scars covering you whole
Nothing but one great big ****** up scar
A waste of space and oxygen
No one will care
Fly off the radar and they won't even notice
Go down to the river
That part where no one ever goes
Nothing with you but your thoughts and a rope
Trying to work out what you did wrong
Must have been something
Tired of hurting others
Tired of being hurt
You wont be coming home