“Why do you do this.. you kill me slowly bit by fucking bit.. you sit there as I die inside and you think its comedy.. as my soul bursts in to flames.. you take my heart and throw in the ground to make sure it rots in hell where you think it belongs cause you hate me and I hate you.. as soon as my heart gets nearer to heat off the fumes.. I drown in my sorrow.. then genntly throw myself off a cliff but wait I'm still floating in air.. whats happening to me.. maybe I'm not supposed to die.. you say everything happens for a reason so tell me whats the reason for all of this, whats the reason that I shall I live through all of this shit you put through daily and nightly.. you know it kills me but you wont ever go to extremes, its like you live to see me suffer but you never want me to die.. you have a limit but I just dont get it.”
