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Angry at the world,
betrayed by one I'd loved.

Fuck him for hurting me,
for saying he'd be there, for lying.

Don't need him anyway,
I was stupid to think he'd care.

Alone, staring at my wrist,
so many cuts, just now healing.

Soon they'll fade, invisible,
only to reappear again.

They should show, I want them to show,
I want them to bleed.

I'm tired of trusting, of hurting,
when everytime I do, I bleed.

Fuck them for hurting me,
I don't need them anyway.

Surrounded by them,
the ones who fit in,
who have it all perfect.

I don't belong in their group,
I will never conform,
I will never be one of them.

Outcast, isolated, alone,
I blend into the background,
they don't see me.

Fuck them and their type,
I don't want to be accepted.

Memories plague me,
my eyes are dark with rage.

Looking past their faces,
dodging each glance.

My strength is my life raft,
all that keeps me alive.

Fuck them all,
they mean nothing.

Sheep, that's all they are,
little nobodies following the herd.

I laugh at them silently,
I hate them all.