not suicide, no, even that isn't enough for all that i've done.
no, i'd rip myself limb from limb tear the muscles that bind my long slender legs let metal and body meet shatter the bones that cross inside my scarred arms i'd tear out my ugly heart douse it in kerosene watch it burn and melt bubble and turn black i'd take the stomach sunken deep inside cut it lovingly apart and feed it to the devil i'd take razor to skin dig out my empty eyes shave off my pretty lips mutilate my lovely face til the only thing left is pink and white burns and scars like the ones inside
you can all hate me, because in the end, i hate myself more.