Morgueanne DiMonica - Disgusting

I hate the feeling
That I'm trapped inside myself
I run as fast as my legs can take me
But it seems like I can go nowhere else

I hate the competition
I hate just waiting to be heard out
For every opportunity I get
Feels like I have to drag myself through hell

I'm sick of being told
I have to prove myself
I'm sick of fighting tooth and nail
To be seen by someone else
I start a fire with my own two hands
And the blister water leaves me in the dark again

I'm so fucking tired of killing myself
For every morsel of slack that I get
I know only I can save me from myself
But where the hell do I begin?
When there are six point nine billion more like me
But I'm exceptionally disgusting?

Why won't you look at me
And face what you have made?
It's almost like you feel you've gone too far
To take back that cake you baked

I'm so repulsive I want to vomit on myself
But still I have a lot to thank you for
Would not have gotten here
Without your help

I'm sick of being told
I have to prove myself
I'm sick of fighting tooth and nail
To be seen by someone else
I start a fire with my own two hands
And the blister water leaves me in the dark again

I'm so fucking tired of killing myself
For every morsel of slack that I get
I know only I can save me from myself
But where the hell do I begin?
When there are six point nine billion more like me
But I'm exceptionally disgusting?

Do you remember murdering me?
Or am I not good enough to commit to memory?
Darling I know the stages of grief
Start with denial, anger, and bargaining
There may be something you don't quite see
We're standing before you, I, myself, and me
You know you could fix this while we both still breathe
But you won't because I'm disgusting

I'm sick of being told
I have to prove myself
I'm sick of fighting tooth and nail
To be seen by someone else
I start a fire with my own two hands
And the blister water leaves me in the dark again

I'm so fucking tired of killing myself
For every morsel of slack that I get
I know only I can save me from myself
But where the hell do I begin?
When there are six point nine billion more like me
But I'm exceptionally disgusting?

Written by:
Morgueanne DiMonica

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