flowers wilting under my bloody wrists

nobodys perfect i get that
nobody cares i get that
but when i hurt myself because of what theyve done to me
they call me crazy.
im not a monster but i wont proove you wrong for calling me crazy ; instead ill just play out the role.

its fine to be crazy and its fine to be a monster but atleast i dont shatter glass because i looked in the mirror.

flowers wilting
under my command.

my bloody wrists are making a scene.
i dont even care anymore.
let me bleed.
nobody sees me as a real person.
im dead to everyone.

you did it wrong ; the flowers died.û