I felt like my death is long overdue
I use to enjoy life when I was with you
Look into my eyes and what do you see
Just the leftover mess of what you made of me

As memories turn to lessons i look to see life in a new light
Fighting back my nature to not let my love turn to spite
Despite my best efforts i still was not enough
Tell me was what we had ever real or all just a bluff

I gave you all i had in spite of my status
But despite all that you painted me red black and blue like i was your personal canvas
As i pick up the pieces of whats left of me
Will i finally find myself and be set free?

Does it hurt you that just the thought of loving you makes others sick, scared, and disgusted? Does it hurt that no matter how much weight you lose, how much therapy you go through how much you change they view you as a freak? Does it hurt you that the only time you can stand to be alive is when your soul is drenched in the blood of your mind? Does it hurt that the only time you feel calm is when you watch your life drain out your arm? To only feel alive when youre nearly dead? You scream and pray but fear that no one is listening. Do you take comfort in the silence or do you fear looking into your soul knowing that you might finally come to the realization that the only way out is to shed your mortality.