Well that really hurt,
My Love who tore out my heart and blasted
it apart and when I sat there and cried and
you couldnt listen to me. It hurt so much what
you said and I still feel in pain and though
you think it is better you have scared my heart
and I know you say how I have hurt you and let
you done and for that I am sorry and cannot say enough.
The truth is I really do love you but
you made me do this to my hands and be in pain and everything looks darker
as once again I am scared that I cannot be perfect for you
If just for one day I could make you see yourself through my eyes
then you would never doubt the love I hold for you.
That Panic Attack was the worst ever because as I lied there waiting and wanting
to do you still carried on with your words and confirmed every dark thought
in my mind and brought to life to hack away at me again as it did in childhood.
You asked me to ask you a question
that you do not know the answer too.
So fuck you for fucking me up for making me this fucked up
person who wishes with all his heart that he could sort his fucking self
out to please the fucking woman he so fucking loves.
All I want is you and not be scared to have friends and be able
to express my fractured mind in its funny (but annoying) ways.
And have your love to see me through and
feel like that boy you fell in love with once more.
Love me and Kill me can the two thoughts exsist together?
Please Open the Curtians
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