I don't know If I know,
But my subconscious and I battle...

Forwards and backwards,
Up and down...

The scars of my life have left me broken,
I begin to hate these words that have been spoken...

I tear the flesh from my face,
Ive realized that im a disgrace...

Die!
In a million ways dismembered...

I'm killing myself as i write this to you,
I know it's a sick thing to do but who would have...

Sitting here
Depressed and upset...