Am I the only one
Crying in the shower just like a freak
Thinking of hope as an
Unrealistic fantasy

Sometimes I pinch my skin
Between my two fingers
Sometimes I wish I could cut some parts with my scissors

I can't think straight
As I stare into the caliginocity of the night
Wondering if the world is blurry
Or maybe it's just my eyes

Someone give me a paper
Someone give me a crayon
I'm feeling like a child
I need something to play on

I know it all
I know it's true
You hate me
And I hate myself too.