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They said he cried.
They said he deserved it. That this was all he was worth.
I saw it, you know.
The blood. Pouring out from his wrists with each slashing.
And maybe.. Maybe I did deserve it.
Maybe... Maybe this was all my fault, like I'd been told.

You'll see me. At school. In the crowd. Blend in. Blend in..
I prefer red to black. Nights are long. But days just.. go..

They call me strange. Abnormal. I guess it's funny, right?
Or maybe you've been here too. Maybe you're always here.
Waiting. Watching. Calculating.

What's my next move?
Do you know what I'll do?
Who-- Who I'll become next? It's a circus act.

Hate comes easy. Love, is hard.
I hate him too.
Don't worry. I'll take another pill and be okay.
It's pathetic. Isn't it?

Don't say you love me.
Don't. Don't say it. You can't love me.
You aren't allowed.

I have a blank stare. No expression.
But that's because I'm not here. I've left. So you'll have to deal with him instead.
Life is so.. boring. And tiring. I'd rather sleep it all away. So I won't have to wake up, and face them.

They're not here all the time. But when they come, it's not me anymore that you're talking to.

We hide our pain with scars.
"How did it happen?" "Why now?" "Can't you just stop. You're pathetic. Go away..."
Endless.. Endless anger and remorse covered by shadows of marks left from intense moments of death.

The only way for me to stop is to die.
I say that with a smile. Because being as broken as I am, it's hard. ..

And it's okay to hate me. Please, do that. But you'll never hate me as much as I do.
Even them. They hate me. They'd prefer to see me in a ditch with bloody marks all over my body.

There, really is no escape you know.
I want to cut.
Get drunk. Have sex.
Forget. Everything. Just for a little bit.

I'm a coward.
Because I never will.
I won't let you love me.
Words like 'beautiful' turn to broken.
And 'strong' turns to shattered.
Do you understand that? Can you?

And even though I love you, I can't..
Why would you love me? What is there to love about me?

See, you don't understand that it's every day. Every moment. Every second, I hear them.
They are part of me. I've accepted that. Even if I don't want to.

Maybe I should just die?
Like they always say.. Because maybe I really am worthless, Worth nothing.
Would you prefer it if I shot myself and started to bleed on your heart as a way to say "I love you"?

But he'll never do it. Pf course he won't.
We know that. So he'll suffer. And will continue to.
We've stolen him from himself. Hence, we rule him. And he has no say in it.

I really don't..

~End~

Description
They said he cried.
They said he deserved it. That this was all he was worth.
I saw it, you know.
The blood. Pouring out from his wrists with each slashing.
And maybe.. Maybe I did deserve it.
Maybe... Maybe this was all my fault, like I'd been told.

You'll see me. At school. In the crowd. Blend in. Blend in..
I prefer red to black. Nights are long. But days just.. go..

They call me strange. Abnormal. I guess it's funny, right?
Or maybe you've been here too. Maybe you're always here.
Waiting. Watching. Calculating.

What's my next move?
Do you know what I'll do?
Who-- Who I'll become next? It's a circus act.

Hate comes easy. Love, is hard.
I hate him too.
Don't worry. I'll take another pill and be okay.
It's pathetic. Isn't it?

Don't say you love me.
Don't. Don't say it. You can't love me.
You aren't allowed.

I have a blank stare. No expression.
But that's because I'm not here. I've left. So you'll have to deal with him instead.
Life is so.. boring. And tiring. I'd rather sleep it all away. So I won't have to wake up, and face them.

They're not here all the time. But when they come, it's not me anymore that you're talking to.

We hide our pain with scars.
"How did it happen?" "Why now?" "Can't you just stop. You're pathetic. Go away..."
Endless.. Endless anger and remorse covered by shadows of marks left from intense moments of death.

The only way for me to stop is to die.
I say that with a smile. Because being as broken as I am, it's hard. ..

And it's okay to hate me. Please, do that. But you'll never hate me as much as I do.
Even them. They hate me. They'd prefer to see me in a ditch with bloody marks all over my body.

There, really is no escape you know.
I want to cut.
Get drunk. Have sex.
Forget. Everything. Just for a little bit.

I'm a coward.
Because I never will.
I won't let you love me.
Words like 'beautiful' turn to broken.
And 'strong' turns to shattered.
Do you understand that? Can you?

And even though I love you, I can't..
Why would you love me? What is there to love about me?

See, you don't understand that it's every day. Every moment. Every second, I hear them.
They are part of me. I've accepted that. Even if I don't want to.

Maybe I should just die?
Like they always say.. Because maybe I really am worthless, Worth nothing.
Would you prefer it if I shot myself and started to bleed on your heart as a way to say "I love you"?

But he'll never do it. Pf course he won't.
We know that. So he'll suffer. And will continue to.
We've stolen him from himself. Hence, we rule him. And he has no say in it.

I really don't..

~End~