Scratching seems to be the only thing
that takes away my strife,
but don't get me wrong,
I do love my life
I'm just pissed off at a few people in it,
Man, I am my own individual
so leave me alone dammit!

They make me feel like the scars in my heart are surfacing.
and if they don't stop, those scars will be showing.

Can't they see when I'm happy?
Can't they see I'm content?
Why do they insist to remind me
of a life that I missed?

Will they notice my change
or even my progress,
and when will they realize
that I'm no longer a mess!

I don't know when scratching will have no more feeling,
So I think I should buy a few frozen tukeys, hams, or chicken,
and just f...n stab 'em till I drop from exhaution.