DieCutKill

Self Harm/Him

Copyright, DieCutKill

i hate you
i luv u so much
i wish u were dead
but id miss ur touch
i wont u out of my life
but i cant seem 2 say goodbye
ur worse then a knife
just DIE DIE DIE
u cut me up
rip me apart
then u stab me
right in the heart
u dont care about me
but i care about you
and u dont no wot the fuk i’ve bin thru
everyday i wake up wishing i was dead
do u no wot it feels like having voices in ur hed?
“do it do it” they say 2 me
im never happy, im never free
but then i met you, sum days ud pull me thru
but now ur gon
and once agen my arms have shon…

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