Perfect...

I may not be perfect,

I may hate what I am,

Yes I sit on my bed at night,

Tears in my eyes, tears full of fright,

I hold my pen, my brush or knife,

No matter where or how, 

I'll mark my fate,

I hope one day i'll be too late.

Too late to stop me,

From falling into the abyss,

The chasm of choas,

It'll be my only loss.