The pressure on her F**CKING lips...
are hands around my throat...

U soaked through my skin
like a bullet through my brain...

Starving beneath starched white linen... stained with droplets of crimson...

Scrutenising imperfections
sinking deeper into depression

The pills numbed me down...
tore me inside out...
couldnt cry
couldnt scream...
i was fake
the pills made me fake...
so i guess fabricated is now me...

Its the way u whispered in my ear...
"u are my everything"

I bled out ink....
to spell my pain.....
words etched into skin.....
burn.....

I play with razors
i fool round with knives
i cut myself...
to feel (ALIVE)

Plastic people......
all defined by makeup
cheap talk
and fake laughter
ringing in my ears....
i wont be like that....

Backstab me
throw rocks at me
tell me i smell
that i have funny hair?
but dont mock me...
or think its funny...
that i still love him...