What the fuck did you call me?

Yeah, I heard what you said

Talking about me like I’m already dead

Whispering like I’m not in the room

Perhaps I am dead, the mother of gloom

I’m drowning in the isolation

Of self hatred and self annihilation

Protecting myself from people or death?

I’m still here but I’m holding my breath

Fuck this place, and fuck your face

Staring at me with utter distaste

I could honestly careless what you think

But the weight of the world is crushing

and I’m starting to sink

I’m fucking running out of time

To find myself through all the grime

How can I survive when I’m rotting inside?

Soon the filth will be hard to hide

All I know is I’m going to die

Feeling all alone and one of a kind

Another odium to mankind

Fire and brimstone

Sewage and sludge

I’ll go to my grave holding this grudge

That fucking girl

That girl in the mirror

She grinds my gears and feels my fears

She knows my secrets and shares my tears

I kill her one day...

Because even she can’t see

Inside me.