Put the gun too my head
Started writing poetry with my blood
"Can you feel the hurt?
Can you hear the pain?
Always lost but never gained
I thought I always had you
You played me like a game
I should've released that inner demon that could never be tamed
But I didn't and now I feel ashamed
100 knives in my back
Trusted you to many times
Should've known you'd repeat the act
I'm so hurt
Now I want to attack
Take all these knives out my back
Let you see how it feels to get stabbed
Beaten and abused
Left for dead
Broken and confused
Got so mad, I broke a fuse
Now my brain isn't working
My thoughts ran free
Was it meant too be?
Why couldn't I see?
You never gave a fuck about me
Now I'm laying here
Choking on my own blood
Cut so many times, I caused a flood
Now I'm drowning
The end is rounding
My heart stopped beating"
