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I've slit my throat for you



How was I to see that you ripped my mind in two



I hate what you have done to my life



Stabbed me repeatedly with your emotional knife



I'm so lost and lonely now



I don't miss you though even if you think your holier than thou



I've shed way too many tears



It will take a long time to recover, so many years



I am dying inside each day since I've known who you really are



I thought we were close but we were so far



I wish I knew the real you inside



If I did I wouldn't contemplate suicide



You put the gun to my head and said



"Don't worry it's only a bullet" as I bled



But you wouldn't end it there



Strapped me down in your heartache chair



You beat me down like a misbehaved slave



Wishing you pulled the trigger and send me to my grave



As I bled my pain on your sadistic floor



Between broken teeth and gore drenched thoughts I called you a whore



Broke my legs of motivation with your pipe of reality



And pissed on my dignity to mark your territory



I can only hope to love again before I expire



I hope my words make you wake up and inspire



You always haunt me even when your gone



I write this now as I hold this gun