Tear Me Apart

Tear me apart as if I was just cut out of cardboard,

Stab me by knife, dagger, blood-tipped sword,

Damage me, I want the scars, want more pain than I should,

And in return you take my blood,

Bleed, lay down and die for you,

Slit every vein and sinew for you,

Kill me if you want to, I offer you the chance,

We are a dying genre of suicide romance,

Bound in self-harm and manic-depression,

We are an eternal wrist-slitting session,

Slip into long-drawn-out death throes,

Our blood drains away, our pulse slows.



The End

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