i self harm , so fucking sue me.

You judged me when you promised you wouldnt.
You get pissed off when i dont explain why i cut.
But its not that i won't , its that i can't.
The feelings are there but the words just aren't.

You act like im the first person ever to put a razor to my skin,
Well im not.
Im definitely not the first and i certainly wont be the last.
The deepest cuts were over it was all in the past.

Then you fetched it all back with your constant questions and pitiful glances, just give up on me. Ive had too many chances.

This is my way of coping and my way of breathing,
This is my way of living and my way of healing.

You have your music and go out and get pissed,
Then take it out on some guy with your fist,
When i tried to be good and take my frustrations out on me instead,
It was a good idea at the time but it fucked up my head.

See thats where we're different when we're both venting shit,
You beat up some guy while i take a hit.

You blame society but i know its me,
I wish you'd just shut up and leave it all be.

You'd bottle up emotions until you just burst,
All the while my self harming got progressively worse.

I got sick at one point and knew this had to stop,
But then you interfered and my efforts dropped.

You told me you'd help me and then judged me in secret,
The day you laughed was the second time i quit.

Now im back with my razor. It treats me better than you.
I self harm. So fucking sue me.
Fuck you.