Cut again

Need to stop

Can’t

It’s the only way

I feel

Control

I’m a bitch

Or so you say

Doesn’t matter much

Anyways

You have no idea

How bad I already feel?

Do you love me for yourself

Or do you love me

To actually give me love?

I think it’s the first

One

If I’m not the way you want me to be

Then you show your hate for me

Show your hate for me

Show your hate for me

I’ll bleed myself dry

Just to make you understand

Where I stand

Don’t think we are the same

Cos we’re not.

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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