Misery...

my bones may brake...
my flesh my bleed...

say what you must
because I can't trust you any more
as i sit in this misery
you sit in your perfect world
nothing I do is right...

so every night i debate...
whether or not 2 slit my wrists...
waiting for a sine from some 1...

and yet all i get is this...
all of this hate..

my fate...is nothing but this misery....