Why is the pain of your words
Worst than the pain of the knife ?
Why do I cry every time I see you,
But not when I see the knife cutting deep into my skin?
Why do I still tell myself I love you when
It’s obvious you hate me?
Why do I still hold on to the thought of us being together
When you have made it very clear you have moved on?
Why do I text you
When I just know you’re going to tell me to kill myself
Maybe I should, maybe the whole world would be a better place
If I just took the gun and shot myself
Then you would be happy wouldn’t you
You would get what you wanted the whole time
The only girl that has truly ever loved you
Kill herself because you couldn’t love her