Can it be,
When you see me,
You see one who can save you?
Well let me say, that can not be true.
My life is fucked,
I cannot see.
Eyes gouged out,
Damned rotten tendencies.
I’ve hurt us both to many times,
Tired of making fucked up ryhmes
To make it heal.
This is how I truly feel:
I love you yes this is right,
But I do not have much might
Left, for it is buried in this guilt.
I drive the knife down to the hilt,
Now my heart is bleeding out,
Literally broken, without a doubt
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