Constant Thoughts - A Cry For Help

I'm looking at my wrist, then at the blade in my hand
I glance at my belt and i'm looking for a place to hang  
I think to myself, damn when did shit get this bad  
I can't fight this battle anymore, I have nothing left to share  
I wanna get this message through to you, even though none of you really care.
 
When I stand in front of the mirror
I hate everything I see.
My face, my body, my sole
I can barely look at myself whole.
Im too ugly, im too fat, and these stretch marks aren't making anthing easier.
I guess i'm just some ugly ass teenager  
With a sole as empty as satans heart
And a heart as cold as the graveyard.
 
Anyway, If I go, please don't be in shock
You should've know this was coming from the start
The judgements, the hate and all of you being fake
You're all the ones to blame for throwing all this shade
 
But when i'm gone,
Don't miss me too much
Don't wish for me to come back.
After all, it was you who had torn me apart
And all that is left to say is:
 
I hope you fall apart and go through what You put me through
Cause remember it was you who caused all this torment to me too.