Watch it drip from these cuts

On a low scale...
my heart is weighed...
put up for measure by the world..
and all their measurements are so far from being true...

i look into the eyes of people in my life...
their motives of living scare me....
i don't know what to make of them...
because they tell lies just to get close to you...

i wish i didn't know what i know now...
i wish i could go away...
into a world that wasn't this corrupt..
into a life that couldn't decay...
decay from a strangers touch...

everything that i ever worked so hard on...
everything that i ever strive for...
someone always has to twist it for their use...
someone always has to steal away my love...
and replace it with bile...
the bile of the world...

misjudgment...
incredulous..
meaningless...
shameless...

why do you have to be so cold?
why do you have to be so numb?
have you no emotion at all?
have you no love?
do you not see my scars?
do you not see my sunken face?
do you not see my sallow skin?
do you not see my past waist?
can you not understand that I'm trying for a new way?
i see that you see... but you deny that you see...
just so you can use me for your benefit..

this world is nothing but sickness
this world is nothing but sickness
I'm glad I'm not required to live...
I'm glad i have the choice to give up...
i think I'll lay down now...
in this tub of hot water....
and watch the blood drip from these cuts.