Chapter 2 - Hate (s)hit and pain

My defence is gone, my feelings drown,
Upon my head, you place the crown,
Of death and hate and shit and pain,
A wreath like that must leave it\'s stain.
The armour is useless, the feelings can\'t be drowned,
This day, alone, I will be crowned,
The superstar of hate and [s][h][i][t] and pain,
A crown like this, must leave its stain.

I pick the scabs, they never heal,
I call each day, I know I will,
And when I do it bleeds again,
my sword hurts, less than your pen.
Every day while I\'m all alone,
My stomach churns, my feelings moan,
Can\'t let it out, can\'t let them fly,
Why won\'t my hurt just [f]uckinâ?? die