No name

Who are we in this world,Full of dirty,rotten lies.Forced to be drowend,In our worthless puddle of cries.No one really gives a damn,About how we really feel.So th eway we find comfort,Is the bloody,real deal.Our parents just might ask,What got us this way.But they wont give a fuck,Even if we pass away.Who cares if we cut and stand out,Staying saway from stupid joy,If you care so much,Why do you treat us like a toy.Dont point,curse,or stare,Making such a rude glare.Dont you think somtimes,We just might care.If you dig deep,deep down,Into our hearts so plain.Just go rite ahead,And pop a vein.We represent a legion,Of pain and desiet.A pool of pure darkness,Im not done,take a seat.We do something different,Than most people do.We hurt ourselves dearly,Then go psycho on you.Again i ask this,Who are we in this world.Do you really want to know......WE are the pain of the world,That is no doubt.We release warm blood,And love to lash out.We are the ones who carry,Discord,hopelessness,and strife.Just run quickly away,We are experts with a knife.We are the gore of the world,That is no doubt.Well put you under a motorcycle,And rip your face out.We are the evil of this world,Recived from another.We'd throw you off a cliff,And tie you to your mother.If you really feel in this world,This is who you are.The simple word is sane,Does it suit you so far?