I wanna write, I wanna fight.
I wanna express myself like a thorn.
In your toe, be it that I know.
You don't want to read.
Yet write I still do.
Because I can't talk to you.
I can't trust you.
You may never have betrayed me.
I am on trial though.
You are my judge, jury and executioner.
I wish to die by your hand.
Or I will survive like a thorn in your toe.