I'm trapped inside my room, and the absence of my sanity is the only thing keeping me company. I've forgotten how to eat and how to sleep without feeling your hands on me and it's killing me inside.
I want to finish the job before this misery can
I want to feel like maybe there's a bit of hope waiting for me on the other side but now I can't see past the times you begged me to stay
If I don't mean enough to you then why should I care?
I still love you but I want you to love me
I want to feel loved
I only feel love in the form of a razor in my shaking hands
I want to leave and forget what I did
I want to stop being here at all