If only you could see what your words have done to me...
The scars on my heart...
they match these scars on my wrists...
all because another one of your tricks.
The thoughts in your mind...
twisted and wrong.
To end your life...
To cease your bliss...
You made me pick up this blade.
I slice sharply as you rant and rave.
Tomorrow you may begin my grave.
Your twisted thoughts are now my twisted actions...
My love was not to your satisfaction.
If only you could see what your words have done to me.

 
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