I want to rip my flesh open and watch my blood spill.
I want to punch his face in until my stomach goes ill.
I want to be able to cry in your arms and tell you what’s wrong.
I want to feel the comfort that I used to feel. The comfort that is gone.
I don’t know why I can’t say the **** that’s going through my head.
My bed feels like a coffin and I feel like the words unsaid.
I think you’re beginning to hate me because i’m always so sad.
But I swear to god i’m trying to fix myself, just please don’t be mad.

Im trying so hard, dear, just try to bear with me
I promise to make it, I just might need you with me