You

Parents late at night

You’ve got me chasing in circles
And running on nails

Got me apologising
For you slitting my wrists

Got me feeling sorry for the blood that I spilled
And feeling bad for hurting your fist

I didn’t mean to be born
Didn’t mean to be me

Can’t we all get on?
And drown me in your pond?

I feel sorry for you putting up with my life
Got me hating the way I always try to subside
All the hatred and anger that you embed on my side