The satisfaction
of you seeing me in pain
Must come to an end
The knife that cuts me has become
Dull
I can not cut
My fragile skin anymore
The blood must not run down my arm
Nor
Shall you hurt me
I have realized your love is
As cold as your
Ice Cold Heart
You could not care for anything but
Yourself
My warmth will not warm you anymore
You finally let go and
So have I
The sound of your voice does not kill me inside
Nor
Does your touch
Do not touch me
Do not talk
There is nothing left to say
Your satisfaction of seeing me in pain will end
It will end today.