me

im not worthy of my name.
all my accomplishments are drown in shame.
pleasure mutated to pain.
an addicted whore, to this blade.

stainless steel, what makes me feel.
another fix is my last meal.
food has lost taste, my mind is a waste.
i hate my face, my life, this world,
but i love this knife!
sepperates the skin,
to expose what lies within.
nothing but darkness, blackness, and red.
all the lies ive been fed, will soon leave me dead.
but i will not fight when that day arrives.
i will stare death straight in the eyes,
and leap into his arms.
i wonder if he cares about the scars?
will death accept me? or regect me?
like the rest of society.
most likely not, im dumb, im ugly.

i wish someone would kill me before i do it myself.
save me from this mental hell.
save me the trouble, and the pain.
take me away, so i dont have one last today.