ME

I wish to tear open my wounds To gouge out my eyes with rusted spoons And hope I get an infection soon ​Or multiple, I'll take which ever I'll have to look at the ugly lines whenever I might as well try and attempt to sever The cuts that haunt me, that'll be there forever ​And what if I did hurt myself again? Would you look at me the same, would you love me even then? You were always different compared to the other men But what if I fuck up so bad that this is the end? ​All to feel that familiar chill The one that makes my body quiver in a nostalgic thrill But the hole in my heart, it could never fill So why do I try when its only blood that will spill? For the memories that haunt me, I wish to kill But mentally we know that I don't have the skill