you
you havent heard my silent tears
you havent seen my pain
youre no witness to those hateful leers
nor the mocking which drives me insane
you do not taste the metallic taste
from the wounds that they inflict
you do not feel like a human waste
why am i the one they picked
you dont know why i hate my life
somedays i wish to die
to cut myself with that sharpened knife
to end this pain or at least to try