I need you like a bullet in the head
All the pain, anger and anguish
You have put on my now
Breaking and decapitated shoulders
I don't need you.
I don't want your love, friendship
And kindness
Now resting, dying and eating at my heart.
You remind me of a fly,
A buzzing insect that lays pieces of
It's self inside of me.
They grow, only to begin subsiding
Once again into the oblivious
Figment of my mind.
Which then brings me to think that,
That unwanted fly,
Could somehow help to heal my
Decaying heart and allow it then to
Mend the patched of hate i have For you now.
I need, want, crave for that bullet to
Hit me soon;
And put me out of my misery.
