My Life Your Denial

I’m not crazy

I’m just misunderstood

So what if I want to scar my wrist?

I’m not bluffing, I really would

I don’t talk nonsense

You’re just indifferent to me

I had enough of this misjudgment

I crave for my Salvation you see

I don’t want to kill myself

I’d much rather kill you

It’s just that there is so much of you

And frankly that’s too much work to do

I’m not a coward

Would you like me to prove it?

I’ll take my mother’s kitchen knife

And after stabbing myself, on my baby picture I’ll spit