Your weapon cuts like a knife,
deep and sure, a piercing through the heart
I am your victim, a casualty of words
they go flying, straight to my head
Mean and unjustifiably wrong
Now I wish myself dead
Can I cry into my pillow,
the emotions I have are great?
I just want to blow,
and be rid of the heaviness in my chest.
Days are filled with hatred,
each one wondering why.
The more I hear I want to ****
**** the person wanting to wreck my life.
This is the end of you,
the more I see your face I want to destroy;
break **** and tear **** apart,
but I would rather take these hands of mine around your neck,
and choke the very breath out from your eyes.
You are the one setting the course,
creating a death sentence of your life.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
Your weapon cuts like a knife,
deep and sure, a piercing through the heart
I am your victim, a casualty of words
they go flying, straight to my head
Mean and unjustifiably wrong
Now I wish myself dead
Can I cry into my pillow,
the emotions I have are great?
I just want to blow,
and be rid of the heaviness in my chest.
Days are filled with hatred,
each one wondering why.
The more I hear I want to ****
**** the person wanting to wreck my life.
This is the end of you,
the more I see your face I want to destroy;
break **** and tear **** apart,
but I would rather take these hands of mine around your neck,
and choke the very breath out from your eyes.
You are the one setting the course,
creating a death sentence of your life.
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