Suicide Pact

You don't love me, I don't love you,

The passionate hatred is the only thing that's true,

You are only a possession to show that somebody used to care,

The lies shy away but the truth will always glare,

Maybe if the scars on my face would go away,

We could pretend that everything was okay,

The only way we keep each other is with a suicide threat,

Bring it on! I want the clean-break- THE- END of death,

Scarred, bloodied, bound in suicide pacts,

Not even I can ignore the facts.

The End

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