dont fucking care

Im like the man holding the knife.
i bend it towards me because I dont care whats right,

Maybe I just started to late in life?
Whos to say because everything is takin as just dismay.


I sometimes cry for help.
When it comes to me though i barely let out the yelp.
Trying to act tough has given me the scuff.

My scars dont show on the outside of my being
theyre hidden on the inside so you never know what I actually mean.