Sitting here, with a ribbon of red wrapping itself around my wrist.
And rivers of mascara running down my cheeks.
I heard what you said...
What they say..
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will always hurt me.
I want to shove those words back down your *censored* throat.
I want to rip your heart from your chest
Just to show you the kind of pain I live with everyday.
Have lived with for so long.
Shouldn't I be used to this by now?
No...
I want happiness,
I want to love.
NO.
I want hurt,
I want to disappoint..
Oh god, what is wrong with me?
Is this why it's so hard for anyone to love me?
I see now.. But I'm not ready to change.
Go ahead, drug me.
Up the dose, change the meds.
Nothing will change.
I'll always be a *censor* up.