Anti me
Anti you
Anti everything
We’ve ever been known for
This is a relapse
Brought on by our late nights
And early mourning
We grieve to say we feel
As much as we felt
When we felt the way you feel
This is a relapse
Of my suicide attempts
The key to my self-hatred
Stares at me from the mirror
Let the leeches nourish on my flesh
And let my scars bleed for you
Forever eternally yours
Forever eternally yours
I bought a book the other day
With one hundred and twenty ways
To conclude it all painfully
Tortured under self loathing
I’m checking out