You make me feel pain
You make me bleed
You make me hear the ripping of flesh
Always switching your personality
Making me believe
Believe that for once you're good
I can't stand you
You make me wither
Wither like a rotting corpse
My eyes hurt from all this crying
Making them blood-shot red and puffy
You make me feel I'm insane, that I am the one whose possessed
I can't see a future awaiting me
I don't see the point of getting up every morning
I have wishes that will hopefully come true:
Let me feel the razor-sharp blade glide across my skin
Let me see a bullet drill and penetrate my body
Let me bleed gallons of blood so I can use it to bathe
Let me feel what it's like to get raped
Let me turn blue and purple to experience suffication
But most of all, I wish to be dead


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