| It's so much easier to walk away from you then to listen to what you have to say, theres nothing left for me except empty days, mum you've cut me up and digged striaght into my brain, theres nothing in there for you to see apart from all the pain. Stitch me back up because I hate bleeding freely, everytime you smile at me I keep thinking "nearly", but then you go and shout again for something I didn't do, I remember way back when I used to love you, those memories are fading, the more I am hating. You saw that lovebite, it started a fight, you called me a whore, stopped me seeing him tonight. People say your worst enemy is yourself, but how can that be true when I look at you? I came from your body, I am a part of your soul, just remember you once looking in my eyes and saw your little baby girl. You once carried me inside you, but now you'd tear me out, I may not be small but you're still killing your baby, it's something for you to think about. For once sit me down, take a good look at my wrists, ask me again whether or not I care, ask me again if it hurts up there, in my brain, when you say, you hate me, but you'll never see. Ask me one more time if I love you, I'll show you my pain, it all lies in my wrists, the hate, the love, the shame. You should of got rid of me when you had the chance, instead of putting me through this misery, take one more little glance. The more I show, the more you know, the more you laugh, the more I die, the more you laugh, the more I cry. Cover my ears, I'll escape the sound, try running away but you're all around. Sitting alone in an empty room, protecting myself from the ghost of you, cover my head with my hands, don't kill me, take one more glance. My wrists are like a book, they show I've had enough, let me go, free these ropes, let me go, don't say no... |
