Each cut and every scar represents the words you shouldn't have said or never said

Daddy's little reject

The my soul escaped from the overwhelming crimson and was found by the devil.

As she cried the river Nile the makeup ran from her eyes spilling the dark truth about her

Why do I still want you after all you've done? Why do I need you presence to survive?

I was told that when things cease to be used they cease to exist, what will become of me now that you're gone.

Since when has a broken heart been a mortal wound?

When you kissed me it almost seemed like you meant it.

Sometimes I lie to myself and sometimes I forget you don't love me back

I wouldn't call it a disorder I'd call it control