Leave me alone, leave me to die.
Leave me to live off the adrenaline high.
You don't realize how, you don't realize why.
No one can understand why I don't want to try.
You all feign care, you all seem kind.
Yet in the end you're all so blind.
Nobody cares.
Falling down through seven phases of evasion.
Failing each one.
I'm supposed to be alone.
But I want to have fun.
Just leave me to die.
Let me live off the adrenaline high.
Deeper and deeper.
Scar her heart more, with each blade that meets skin.
Guilt.
Overpowering sin.
Each memory ricochets through your twisted mind-- nothing.
It bends you and wreacks ruin, tears at your sanity.
Questionable sanity.
I'm supposed to be alone, nobody listens.
Maybe if they did, I'd be less prone to the tone of hate that I've been thrown. Please postpone, disown, enthrone, bemone and atone this cyclone. Unbeknown to your own home, cut to the bone.
Destroya. Destroya. Destroya. Destroya. Destroya. Destroya.
Because I am the enemy, I run and fight the good people left. I'm the one who gets high from torture.
Next time. Cut harder.
Leave me be, it's how I live.
It's how I manage with being unattractive...
It's how I get past the pain.
It's how I mend my brain.
It's how I stand in the rain.
I just let my blood drain.
And with every cut I cause pain to
the raine
and that
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I told you, I'm fine.
It wasn't a lie, either.
I am fine.
Aren't I?
Am I not 'fine'?
Am I twisted?
I am twisted.
I am evil.
I am man.
I am a person.
I am a human.
I am a male.
I am hatred incarnate.
I am negativity and sin...
I am a desolate, cold and scarred saddened wreck.
A broken masterpiece... who has lost his beauty.
Life isn't that bad, down here, bleeding on the floor.
It's peaceful, almost like
raine
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it would be fun, wouldnt it.
and thats what rivets you the most.
just how fun it would be.
to tear it all apart.
of course.
you cant let yourself do that, can you?
because of...
the clouds...
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