you tell me i am nothing,
but daddy's little [whore]
then you tell me i am stupid,
for wanting to cut more,
too much hurt in your words,
then your fist reaches my face,
when all that is over you decide another hit,
this agony i feel is nothing compared to the pain in my heart,
that i must admit...
finally you leave the room,
the memories come back to me,
they hurt like pouring salt into an open wound,
why cant you see,
that the cuts i make are the scars from you,
all your painful words..
pick up the knife,
wishing to end this life,
just another cut,
as my eyes start to shut,
feel the cold steel across my pale skin,
almost like red fire coming from pale ice,
this new pain hurts like hell,
but at the same time a release does dwell,
oh just watch my wrist bleed beautiful,
another cut, another sigh of relief,
then death comes finally no more grief,
and with my final breath i shall whisper..
i....
don't....
hate...
you









<3, Paul

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