On the verge, like any other day

I think my sense of self is too corroded

Trying to live life day after day

'Cause no meaning I can give to it.

 

On the verge, maybe today's the day

That I snap and destroy myself

By destroying you

 

I think my sense of self  is too corroded

Trying to live life without disturbing other broken humans

But I still can't get 

How you feel so entitled to leave the dirty cups in the sink

Is it that you don't care

Or what else might go through your empty goddamn head?

 

So broken, I can't even conceive

My wish is to disappear on thin air

While you just end up making my life unbearable

 

Internally, I end up fighting two demons

One wishing you a painful death

The other is flogging myself mentally until I cry

Until you matter no more