Each hurtful word that you say to me,
takes another stab at me sanity. Your
words become fatal slices on my arm.
Crying silently in my room, taking my
wrist and holding it tight. I can't stand the pain you bring.
My image is fading, my life is a fake.
I can't control where this is going.
You know i am capable of the
unforgivable. Why are you pushing me
to my limit? Why do you put me threw
this tourcher? But it seems as though
you want me to suffer. So I'll take another
stab at my wrist. I'll receive another bloody
kiss from hell, and in my last moments of
life,I'll carve our story into my arm for the
whole world to see, and so they can see
who did this too mee...
