Nameless

They gave birth to me
But they don’t know me
I was raised by them
But they complain about my problems

Well apologies Mr and mrs perfect
About the fact that I’m a defect
That I’m a imperfection, a stain on paper
A hindrance, a bother, a broken person

I can’t recognize me, I can’t tell
Who is me amongst the cut flesh and hair
You’ve pushed me over the edge,
Hanging by an excuse of a ledge
I let go, and I started falling
To my death, which is eternity’s story