im tired of scruples calling
tired of the negative voice
sick of the slandering
belittleing my every choice

doubting my every decision
constantly replaying visions
whispering how i am less
paining my internal chest

i try to do good
i swear i try to do right
but i continue to get tempted
by the darkness of night

please forgive me
i hide from my view
sometimes i hate myself
u can hate me too
i wouldnt even blame you

im tired of the constant struggle
tired of the draining fight
my pen tries to paint out the pain
a little more each time i write

i know i will never be good enough
never seem to amount
i leak out my sins
then sit back and count

i ask you for forgiveness
for being plain ol me
beg for your amnesty
i try to be the best i can be
try to live perfectly
i try to make you see
but all you do is slander me

i dont know how else to show you
how else should i explain
i grant you the thoughts inside my brain
but you label me insane

maybe i am paranoid,
possesed, psychotic,
unstable

maybe i fit the mold of your little label
etch out loser with your accusing knife
better yet just slit my wrists and end my life