The words she writes drive me insane
All she does is complain
For reasons I can not explain
Each and everyday I wonder why i'm here
...
She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist,
Her paint brush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist,
...
Everyday I sit and cut.
Their opinions are so blunt.
I keep my feelings in cage.
While on my hips i take out my rage.
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Suicide
The words she writes drive me insane
All she does is complain
For reasons I can not explain
Each and everyday I wonder why i'm here
Her hurtful words keep echoing through my ears
I wonder why I am not good enough
And why she has to make my life this tough
I do not know why she is here
Because of her I live in such fear
Worried she will come and bite
While staying hidden in the night
Because of her my life is a mess
I should be buried with the rest