A bullet to the brain eases all the pain.

My dreams have expired and there's nowhere I'd rather die.

Here I am:

Based on a true story.

I love the easy power that a knife brings... sometimes I think I'm addicted.

Do I have to die to be given a rose from you?

MY fault?! Oh please, did you really think I would let you rip my heart in two?

Insecurities hot enough to burn;
Nothing turns me on like failure.

Writing this down has never seemed so hard.
It's stone against skin,
Teeth against flesh,
Only-- Worse,
Much worse.
Honestly-
It's my heart against your words.

Cut off my skin,
Inch by ragged inch;
Tear out my hair,
Strand by lank strand;
Pull out my teeth,
Tooth by rotted tooth;
I will feel ~nothing~
For it is naught compared to the pain
That consumed me when you left.

I tried to clear my life of you,
But you still insist on remaining;
I'm finding you everywhere;
You're the bloodstains on my sheets, and the dents in my walls;
You're just like the tiny fibers that cling to my clothes and never go away.