Controlling my life.

I’m sick of being what you want me to be,

So tired of you commanding me.

Trying to control my life and who I am,

Why can’t you be happy for what I am?

Everything I am you have hidden away,

I’m lying to myself everyday.

I wanna be myself and no one else.

Being something different is pure hell.

I’ve lost my way and my life,

Unable to live, can’t grab the knife.

I can’t end it, I cannot live,

My life ain’t mine so how can I live?

I’m sick of being what you want me to be,

So tired of you commanding me.

I pick up the knife,

And happily end my life.