What's wrong with me?
What do they see?
Is it how I dress?
Is it what does or doesn't protrude my chest
I can't even guess,
what got me into this mess
I want to forget all of the things they've said
Erase the memories from my head
What makes me hurt all alone at night in my bed
Wrists covered in red
Every new day I just seem to dread
I am hurting
Sick and tired of their cursing
My thoughts just seem to be recording
All of the hate
And all of the jokes about my weight
Release me of this mental state
But what more can I possibly say?
