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I tried to get you to want something more than just me.
You fought me and fought me until you gave in.
You wanted an easy fuck, uncomplicated pleasure, and to be left alone.
Be careful what you wish for,

While I was fighting for my life,
fighting to not penetrate my wrist with the razor.
you were enjoying yourself with selfish pleasures,
penetrating your fucking "friend."
Why couldn't you let me die?
At least I'd be away from you.
At least I wouldn't know
At least you would have had to think of me.

The only thing that kept me from ending it all was not wanting you to come home and find my lifeless body
Apparently you decide you were living with my lifeless body the whole time
Rather than trying to wake me up or ask why my desire died
you found desire in another, you selfish prick.
I should have let you find my cold dead body and let you realize that you froze me out,
you were stubborn and pigheaded and a selfish bastard,
you neglected me and turned to someone else and deep down I knew it
Deep down I knew I wasn't your one and only.
Why should you be mine?

I can still make you miss me.
One way or another.
I'll find someone else to penetrate me, to meet MY needs, to fight FOR me.
I'll be nice and give you what you wanted.
You won't have to deal with my nagging and my criticisms.
I'll be gone and you'll be left holding the razor, agonizing that you forsook me for another.
Don't do it, don't penetrate yourself.
you'll be more miserable alive.
but really, when have you ever listened to me?