You're fist, my scream - darkness.
Everytime i look at you all i feel is coldness;
This is my life.
So I take this knife and i slash through flesh;
The pain vanishes.
I have learnt to deal with things in my own way,
I cut myself and hate myself;
Anything to take my mind off of you.
As days go by, i get weaker,
Things seem to get bleaker
I love you, but you seem to hate me
One day you will have ended up killing me.
