People arent always right,

with some i stay out of their sight,

they say they care about me,

when all they care about is what they see.

 

they only see the scars i've inflicted,

no matter what they do, my life wont be dictated,

ive choosen how im going to live,

i have no one i want to forgive.

 

the school wont leave me be,

there is nothing left for them to see,

im done with the questions they have,

its none of their business how i behave.

 

when i walk down the halls,

they say nothing cause they dont have the balls,

when i see them it pisses me off more than you know,

if they wanna stare i'll slice my legs and give them a show.

 

the feeling of a cold blade,

is as beautiful as pure gade,

some need money to feel good,

but for me i used my blade as often as i could.

 

warm lines of red start flowing,

i can feel my heartbeat slowing,

red onto of silver fills my eyes,

i choose my blade even if someone cries.

 

adults are everywhere, no path to get away,

so i have no choice i have to stay,

they think what i say is a lie,

but i really did want to die.

 

there is nothing left for me here,

this makes some shed a tear,

but i have no fear in life and none in death,

when the time comes for my last breath.

 

you'd think they'd be happy for me,

they told me thats all i should be,

but to do that i cant stay here,

i think thats what they fear.

 

if im happy then they cant bother me,

they cant ruin my day if im free,

that irritates them in more ways than one,

they dont know but i've already won.

 

i control my life, not the staff here,

they need to learn i have no fear,

talking for hours doesnt do anything,

they should know im not actually listening.

 

i dont care how they feel,

those feelings to me arent real,

nothing they say matters to me,

its my life i'll be who i want to be.

 

i dont see why they interfear,

they have nothing to say that i care to hear,

i promise you that no matter what you say,

there will come my dying day.

 

it may come tomorrow,

and fill loved ones with sorrow,

or 70 years from now,

no one can really tell any how.

 

this school has taught me one thing,

so at least you can say i learned something,

i have found that when you be who you are,

your judged by every tiny mark and scar.

 

as soon as my wall came down,

you became like an annoying clown,

you wweont leave me alone any more,

when you see my arms and legs are sore.

 

nothing you people say matter in my head,

cause in my mind im already dead,

i dont care what you think,

cause one day i'll be 6ft. under and you'll watch me sink.

 

im 17 years old im not a child,

you think this is rebellion and being wild,

im just doing what feels right,

even if it means my blood fills my sight.

 

some say i have a heart of ice,

how i have no emotion when i slice,

but they dont see the pain flood,

when each memory comes out in blood.