Every time I see myself,
I can't help but be disgusted,
I've known for years,
But I still haven't adjusted,
I'm afraid that if I tell them,
I'll always be hunted.
The cuts on my wrists don't satisfy,
I'm pathetic,
The way I stare at every guy that passes by,
When I'm all alone,
I try to fight through this like a samurai.
My friends think they know me,
But they're completely clueless,
As much as I try to convince myself,
That my existence isn't useless,
I know deep down,
That my existence is fruitless.
Nico Di Angelo,
The emo little faggot in Hades cabin,
I know now,
That a happy life for me is something that I can only imagine,
I wish my friends goodbye before I end my life,
I catch myself smiling as I grab the knife.