They
They tear my apart,
They never care,
They never stop,
They make me numb,
They cause me pain,
They create my hell,
They cut my wrists,
They call my lie,
They ruin my world,
They put me behind the curtain,
They throw me out,
They commit my suicide,
They pierce my heart,
They make me cold,
They make me pale,
They are my conscience,
They are the world.
By Fiona round