fucked up mind

I sit here on th floor against the bathroom wall,
I'm thinking about my past week and its tortures,
My invisibility,
My inferiority.

My week has been hell,
My death bekons me,
I clutch a blade in my hand.

Confused,
Unsure,
Scared.

My mind is fucked up,
those are the only words to describe my state,
Unable to eat more than 1 thing a day,
And possibly not eating anything at all.

My mind is fucked up beyond repair,
Songs telling of my mind's trouble,
Relieve me!

Nothing can save me now,
No words of wisdom,
No amount of love,
No convincing voices.

My blood is on their hands!
My blood is on their hands!
My blood is on their hands!

It's their fault,
Their words that hurt,
Their words that cut me up,
Their way of fun is my demise!!!