I wont shead a tear.
I dont need to be treated that way.
Blood on my bed.
Dont worry it doesnt mean anything.
Posion from your vains.
Not exactly the drink of eternal life.
That hunger i once felt. Is gone.
Your taste is unwanted.
Burn up my insides with posion love.
Not real.
Not Fake.
Not real for me.
& not Fake for him.
Maybe i should have just died.
I should have let him kill me.
Truth is, maybe i love him.
Maybe hes not my enemy, hes trying
to protect me from unwanted love.
