im sick in the head;
Not alive nor am I dead
I should be shot and shot and shot again
I'm so fucking sick in the head

I laugh at pain and giggle at torture
I cry when I should laugh and smile at the mirror
I make fun of my stupidity and self pity
My low self esteem makes an amazing joke.

My suicidal thoughts are beautiful to laugh at
Have fun with the rivets on my arms
My stretch marks scream as they're cut ya know
There's a man I don't know standing in my window

I'm so fucking sick
Right in the head
Should be shot, and shot, and shot again.
I don't deserve to live nor do I deserve to die
So throw me to the wolves
To eat me alive.

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