Beaten to Death

So what the fuck is with that?

You've seen the pain,
You've seen it all.
You've seen how it all makes us fall.
You've seen it's really hurting me.
You've seen that there's no such thing as glee.

You've heard the cries,
You've heard my sighs.
You've heard the whimpers,
You've heard the sobs.
You even heard me bash my face into a mirror.

You've said the bad words,
You've said the sad words.
You've said the stupid words,
You've said the ugly words.
You've said the words I really hate.

So, you should tell me,
When does it start getting better?
When does everything not collapse?
When does everything not seem crappy?
When does everything face the facts?

I'm really not ready to face the facts!

Don't scream at me!
I really hate it!

Don't hit me!
Don't bash me!
Don't slap me!
Don't tell me!

I realize it,
I'm confused,
By the spirals you build around my head.
I'm too young,
Way too old.
So, tell me,
What the fuck is with that?
What the fuck is with that!

What the fuck is with me?
Why am I wrong,
For that song?
Why am I bad,
For that book?
Why am I in distress?

For inside,
In my heart,
I feel like I've been beaten to death!