LET ME BE

Why didn't they just leave me alone?

They hurt me with their words and made me cry.

It's their fault you know.

They're the reason i do this. The reason i started at least.

Now i don't know why i do it, and i can't stop it.

My body is broken, my soul is fading.

I'm dying now, bleeding to death.

It's their fault, but nothing they can say will save me now.

Not like they'd care.

But it's not suicide,

No it's murder cause they killed me.

And everyone will know it.

"they won't call it suicide
because i've got the killer's name
engraved so deeply in my veins
they will call it homocide
because i've got your name
so clearly carved into my wrist" - Voltaire, The Last Word. Off of Almost Human