*Sigh*

People like you are determined to make my life living hell.
So I think I gotta choose who should die by the knife that ive held!
That I weild, should I tell?
That ill kill, any person that feels -
Or tries to steal the wheel.
Lose control, flip, squeal, grip, deal with the shit.
If you scratch, burn, peel my skin.
Or do as much as touch me, i'll commit a real sin.
Cut, your fucking head off, use it as a meal with mince.
Look, am I that much bad of a person.
That when im turned, you aim at my back and stab until you know ill be hurt for certain.
I hate the feeling of being ignored and shut out.
Im different, I get it, dont toy with my emotions.
Force me to stay behind, cut the wire for the explosions.
Blows up and replay the face you make as the bomb explodes you.
Rips your face, melts your brain.
Ricochete's your hate into the last breath you took and was taken away.
I claim my fate as sacrifical.
I scrape my plate, you waste it.
That look you glaze, I hate it.
I cant take it.
Narrate this life or remake it.
Suicide's at stake, bitch!