You make me sick

The awful names you called me have left their scars
physical or not, when they cut they cut hard
and deep, sometimes they bleed
but mostly just wound my self-esteem
if I'm standing, you make me crawl
you'd trip me and kick me
and laugh as i fall
alienate and exclude
if you think it makes you cool
let loose, attack
i know you want to
i won't fight back
ill take it like a man
which is more than you can say
this is your last chance
go on, make my day
no?! fine!
you beat me up and broke me down
you made my cry time after time
but its OK because revenge is mine
look at this man, this monster you've made
a passionate soul who cuts himself with razor blades
i was once capable of love and happiness, i had faith
but now all i feel is overwhelming passionate hate
i look in the mirror, together as one we stand, just us
but Ive had enough
you make me sick, so ill cut you out
piece by piece
until you are dead
so that you will remember
the day you pushed me over the edge