Death be to you slow and painful,
For what you have done to me can never be undone...
I have not bruises,
I have not scars,
None that you can see...
Death be to you slow and painful,
For what you have done to be can never be undone...
I have cuts on my hearts,
And marks on my wrists,
But, still you do not see,
What you have done to me.
Death will come to me slow and painful,
For what you have done to me can never be undone...
I will have cuts on my wrists,
And marks on my neck,
They will say I died of suicide,
But in truth I will have died of a broken hearts.
-DeadlyRoses
