Poorly written, vague, jumbled up bull*#@*. But, I had to get it out.
Things in my life are okay, but the smallest thing she says, and I can't control my emotions.
It's because of what used to happen. She would yell, and I would cry and cut.
She would take away my loved ones, and I would cry and cut.
She would drive me insane, and I would cry and cut.
She would cry and remove every razor from the house, and I would cry.
Things are better now, but I cannot take a single remark from her. It brings back old wounds, wounds that were once sorrow and are now anger. Sometimes I just want to kill somebody.
It's because I became addicted now.
She nags, and I want to cut.
She bitches, and I want to cut.
She yells, and I want to cut.
I say I love her, I say I hate her. I think I love him, I think I like him. I don't know what the fuck to think.