Scum

What age do I have to be to finally die?

How many years do I have to suffer to finally say goodbye?

How many more tears do I have to cry?

Is there something I can do to try and get by?

These scar will never heal,

A sacred pain I feel.

No more pain, a numb ordeal,

Feelings turned to steel.

Breaking my heart won't make you smile,

Making fun of my clothes won't break my style.

My time of death is near to come,

Tired of living with pathetic scum.