The box that contains my secrets and lies,
Hidden well away form prying eyes,
I know that if you had the chance, you would,
Read into my heart and soul,
Not realising what you're doing to me,
Hurting me and finding out everything I have ever done.
As soon as you opened that box, my life slipped out,
My private possessions, my best-kept secrets,
Lost in a moment, and into the power of you,
So now you know, about my life of pain,
To the very last detail, this will be the end of me.
So blame yourself, when I'm lying dead on the floor,
My whole body encased in blood,
Flowing from the wrists, never ceasing,
It was you that made me do this, nobody else,
You ruined me, broke my heart and forced me into this,
So think of me next time your upset,
Think of my pain and what you put me through,
Cause I will never forget.
As my dying wish, I wish you would die too,
So I can torture in you in hell,
Like I tortured myself for so long,
It's your turn to feel it, know what it's like,
To have nothing but a knife to turn to,
To help me through the bad times, and blank me out,
It is your fault I'm dead,
Your fault I am smothered in my own blood.
You watched me cry, watched me die inside,
And yet you did nothing,
In fact you laughed at my expense,
You were happy that I was taking my final breaths,
Your time will come,
But for now, it's my turn for the limelight,
I'll be gone soon, don't worry, it will only take a minute,
For the blood to flow from the cuts, for my breathing to slow, and for me to say my last goodbye,
To all you fu**ers that did this to me, made me the way I am, and eventually,
Killed me.
