You let me know how you felt with a smack to the face and a kick to the gut. You screamed you love me as you beat me with your fists, and when that wasn't enough you would pull out your blade and watch me truly bleed.
You would scream at me, "Why do you make me do this!" As the blade would cut into my skin. You wanted to carve your name so the next guy that touched me would know I belong to you.
Scars cover my body, I can barely look at myself anymore, and you only remind me that no one would be able to love me looking like that other than you...
I believe that's true so I have found that this is the only thing I can do...
Another scar that will never heal down my wrist the razor goes. No more pain no more heartache no more of you screaming at me...
My blood runs dry as I take one last look into your eyes...I love you still but my soul is now gone...
