One more scar on my body, it shouldn't matter, i have hundreds, yet its so unfair still, you've claimed so much of my body already. I walk around with so many scars caused by you
You know I tried my best to turn your black eyes hazel
And kiss away your cruelty
I gladly got undressed, put all my cards on the table
And by cards, I mean me
Apple in mouth, then you left town
Ran after you until my legs gave out
Urges have been plaguing my mind again, more and more often, it's almost like my mind can't accept being in a state where it isn't self destructive...in a morbid way I miss being covered in bl00d and watching it pulse out of my body
What's unsettling is that I want to be fucked up again, it's like I crave it. The complete loss of care for everything to the point where I drown myself into my own end one last time.