Oh stop being so annoying,

Stop saying you care for the broken mess

That once was called my soul;

For darling, you see me crying,

You see me cutting myself

In hopes of becoming whole.

And you're too afraid of spilling

What's plaguing your demented mind

About me and my piteous state;

And scars aren't meant for healing

And I can never leave those behind

That taught my heart to hate.

My body's burning silently

The salty drops do nothing to douse

The flames vicious, insane

And the trees sway in the violent breeze

And I, nothing more than a frightened mouse

Hunt for dead, decayed game.

And you stare at my face, as if

My feelings, emotions were nothing more than

A pathetic, useless joke;

And brimming with tears, my chalice

I raise to the last of my perfect man-

And watch him go up in smoke.