Why

I sit here and think why..
Why it always has to be me..
I'm clinching my hands around your throat..
Now, do you see?..

All the shit I take from you..
I'm surprised I'm still alive..
Now do you see what you've done..
Or what I feel inside?..

The light was burning inside me..
And you knew just how to put it out..
I sat there and watched you laugh..
But now you will hear me shout..

Of why I'm so hurt and furried..
Why I start to shake..
Why I feel the way I do..
Now I need to get baked..

I turn to drugs now..
Do you see what you've done?..
I don't want to stop this..
I don't want to run..

All these toxins making me crazy..
So I turn to suicide..
So I take the blade and start to slice..
All I think about is wanting to die..

As I lye here on the floor..
With all my blood surrounding me..
All I want to think about..
Was it worth it? Now do you see?..

Screaming and shouting..
It won't make a sore..
But I will always remember you..
Touching my inner core..