i'm sick of it

i'm so done with feeling

like eveyrthing's my fault.

i'm sick of not having anyone to talk to,

anyone who cares.and the one who i want to be with

not wanting to be with me.

and all the memories i wish i could forget.

i'm not sane right now.

i want to feel the metal against my skin

i want to see the blood slide down my pale skin,

onto my blue bedsheets,

i'm a patriot of pain,

red, white ,a nd blue

all combine to make me feel worse.

and i just keep thinking,

"is it ever going to end?"