I Hate Him

Today stories heard and lies told Memories that were good are not stone cold Tomorrow he wont remember what he has said But every word he spoke is carved into my head Just like a bed of roses with the thorns left in He sits there in his poses complaining that I always win He kills me with his words and he doesn't give a crap He has no concerns if i don't wake from my nap So here I lay thinking about you Just thinking about today and knowing exactly what to do My empty eyes stare back from the shiny new metal This feeling is a surprise attack leave my body to settle As metal touches wrists metal turns a scarlet red My breath turns to mist now your love I have bled