I love you, but I want you to die. But if you killed yourself, I would cry. Then I would **** myself in the blink of an eye. I hate how easily you control my life. You are the magnet that draws the knife to the skin. Draws my hands to the ultimate sin. Draws you out to look like a *****. Get out of my head, walk out the door. Stop caring for mine and I'll stop caring for yours... hopefully... then I'll pain no more.