My heart is like an open wound
open to infection
you poisoned my heart
with your words of deception
your words are like ice
down my back
as you scream at me the qualities
you think I lack
daggers, stabbing
my back and my heart
theres so much wrong with me
where on earth to start?
eating me alive
like some kind of deseise
so I\'ll take this knife
and your hate, i will leave
