My Closet is flooded over w/ skeletons...

Acidic questions,
It hurts to reply.
I'm so sorry about this,
But I cheated on my guy.

Barely alive,
I choke on the answer.
It hurts now but just maybe,
I'll get sick and develop a cancer.

'Cause I don't deserve to live,
If I'm never satisfied.
Always creeping behind his back,
Telling lie after lie.

So flirty and fickle,
And pretty 'tis I.
But I don't feel that way just,
Blank and broken and hollow from lies.

Slaughter me f you must,
I deserve much worse.
I always seem to set myself up,
In this never ending curse.