Spare me the sob words
I've already heard enough
I'm already destroyed, ruined
tittering along the border of extinction
and to be honest
I could care less

I'm angry at the world
angry at the fact that I must be here
and follow guidelines that will dictate my life

I'm upset because I feel as if I don't matter
where which I would feel better
if I lived in a grim graveyard.

I'm mad because I sense as if I should be dead
more dead than a rotting apple on the side of the street
dead like a convict
electrocuted because he was innocent

I'm suffering because I'm angry
and I just want it to go away

And I'm sorry to say,
you're words aren't doing anything
to make my world right

Just let me drown alone
angry and despised