I GIV UP.... MY LIFE IS OVER AS OF NOW.... MY HEART IS EMPTY.... MY WRIST ENGRAVED.... SAY GOODBYE TO WHO YOU ONCE THOUGHT YOU KNEW....

My heart is broken but still continues to fcuking beat!!!

Each time i hear you cut i die just a little bit more inside.....
Each time i cut i bring that little bit back to life for just a moment.....

Im dead inside and nobody knows cause i look fine....

So after everything thats happened between us you still want me....

How can you be truly happy when i know you cry yourself to sleep and you cut everynight?
How could you think that no one cares enough to give a damn about you?
What the fuk am i?

I'll be just fine pretending im not....

Because i cry myself to sleep, does it make me weak?
Because i cut when i feel pain, does it make me mental?
Because i wish this life was over, does it make me suicidal?

What ever happened to the sweet little innocent me?

Is this hell or just what i imagine it to be?