When I open my eyes,
all I see is vain.
I feel so insecure,
its like my life is disputable.
I was designed to be disposed of,
but the world kept using me instead.
So apathetic in their methods,
of excruciating my agony.
So I wait here,
fully exposed.
Never knowing if anyone is listening,
but i hope they are so they can see what they did to the Freak.
They publicly despise me,
thinking about suicide.
handguns or an overdose?
noose or slit my wrist?
Well Im running out of time,
cause the pills are in my hand.
A fist full of pills,
chased with something good.
Soon, itll all be over,
and I was never understood. |
