It started with a passion
To be heard
Be seen
All of that drama
Turned into pain
I created the problem
I blamed it on him
Then couldn't deal
With the pain
Within
Burning is easy
To see
And to do
Escalates to desires
To kill myself too
I hate you
I hate him
Hate myself most of all
They tell me to stop
If I must I can call
But what if
I don't want to
Can you make me?
You think?
Can YOU stop the blood
If it might run
Down the sink?