Murder Me

If you won't look at my scars
Then don't expect me to give myself away
Not again
Not now
I need so many things
That you'll never be able to provide
You care about me
(I think you just want to fuck)--
I guess that should be enough for such a desperate mind
but it's not,
because I don't feel the same
I don't want security
I want life--
Something I cna never experience
While my cold, lifeless body
touches yours:
I've learned that love and pain will always be
twin souls--
If I wanted to feel the wincing horror of love
I could just drag sorrow's blade against my skin
and watch the blood creep out, screaming
"Come with me,
my pain will eventually heal.
Love's pain will always kill."
I'm never going back.