If only I could hide
in my own blood, post suicide
how many times have I lied?
none, Ive always swum against the tide
by her rules I have to abide
my virgin flesh splits outside
due to my knife
but theres none left now
no life.
couldnt she understand the pain?
did I suffer in silence all in vain?
how much trust did I have to gain?
how many times my wrists Id slit?
too many
but did she realize it?
NOT ONE BIT.
