I’m going to be trapped inside my own cruelty and lies.
I’m going to live with pain leaking from my eyes.
I’m going to waste away hidden from the sun.
I’m going to scream from the top of my lungs.
I’m going to be left in shadows and doubts.
I’m going to be eaten from the inside out.
I’m going to have bruises on my neck and fists
I’m going to have scars on my throat and wrists.
I’m going to bleed from harsh good byes.
I’m going to rip out my own insides.
I’m going to be tied in chains that don’t fit.
…and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
For some reason never is too soon.
I find myself pouring salt in my wounds.
I can bleed my body dry.
Into the flesh I carve lies.
This pain will feed the growing hate.
It will push nails in my shoulder blades.
I’m not going to listen anymore.
Because now… this is war.
I have always had a way
Of making innocent people pay.
The poison is filled with a bitter sweetness.
You’re only as good as your greatest weakness.
If that’s true, I wasn’t worth this.
If that’s true then I AM WORTHLESS.
I’m getting my sweet revenge and I love it.
I’m killing you slowly and I can’t get enough of it.
BEG for your life, I love to see you scream.
Say you’re sorry you ever hurt me.
You’re screaming and your skin is torn.
TELL ME YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN.
I’ve been dead inside and this is only the smile since then
ONE reason and ONE oh so glorious word: REVENGE.
