At night he comes
telling me I'm worthless
he's making me hate me
I should just be dead

In the day she comes
Showing me not everything is hopeless
She's making me love me
Curing everything wrong in my head

wrists and blades
made mates for life
swallowing painkillers
against self induced pain
mutilated skin
but no one can see
the wounds
that were carved inside of me