You say help but no one responds, you want to trust but all you see are cons. My life is a mess and it's all my fault, though the reactions of others are their own default. I'm controlling but it’s quickly getting out of hand, they say that all I need is a man. There's no gender to claim and yet you scoff at the change of my name.

Time heals all wounds, cut too deep and your body becomes your tomb. Three times the charm but I'm still alive, you think praying will help revive? I want to die; I hate my life! My illness makes it too hard to deal with strife. Don't pat my head, don't say "it'll be alright" send me back to the ward, my freedom had already died.

Look at me- no, don't. the sight will just disappoint you. Tell me you love me but It better be a whisper, if anyone hears you'll be forced to leave me. I'm poison and toxic, I'll kill with one kiss, so hold tight to my pinky and hide that I'm sick. I'll make you mine but break you at the same time. Don't get too close yet stay nearby, if you leave me then I'll die.

Wake up, wake up, wake up. I long to hear the echoing voice calling in desperation, my last breath; nearing my expiration. No matter how many times I hear that this isn't the answer, it still remains in my mind, "I want to die, I want to die, I want to die!", but instead I shoot up and get high. Getting close to death but never dying, holding everything and getting so close but never crying! It doesn't stop, though' I still want to die! You laugh, you joke, and you say it's alright, but you don't know how bad I want to be on the other side of life. My desire is a gun fused to your hand, please, pull the fucking trigger and make this nightmare end.