I wrote you name in blood
So I wouldn't forget
The blade on my arm was as cold
as your words
But not nearly as painful
As when you stole my heart and
Crushed it
As I sit here with the blade
In my hand against my arm I think of
You and all the pain
You put me through
How could you have been so
Cruel? How could you say that you love me?
How could you take my heart and shred it, tear it, and break it to you pleasure.
My pain was your pleasure but this blade against my skin running along and cutting into my flesh it is my relief!
