Pain You Shouldn't Have...

One day I was feeling blue.
The next its all gone, maybe you healed my wound.
The first day I saw you, I fell in love with you.
I was hella doomed!
I fell through the roof cause of my metal truth.
No, I wouldn't take a second back!
I wrote 24/7 with you and heaven attached.
I was so fucking depressed, I was temptin' to stop the dent to the consent that I had to dispatch.
The pain from 1 to 10 was 11.
That was the pain you couldn't have.
I pretended to vent back then but the fucking match was you and me.
Maybe my soul was hacked.
But you came up with my fear.
My ideas were to wipe then tears.
I couldn't bare to hear the teared you.
And fuck it was painful hearing the screams of your skin being pierced.
Damn you.
I've never wanted to care.
That's the damn truth.
We are travelling feelings.
But where to?
I was scammed, abused, teased and now loved by you?
This is fucking over.
Cause now your dead too.
I miss you so much that I think I should plan to be dead with you.

The stuff that I went through.
Created blood, but wasn't meant to.
The door had a dent too, I was caught but had to vent, dude.
I had to sought this issue but I tend to.
Do the same thing over.
I had to regret that you -
Fell in love so far in depth that -
You would cry on my shoulder.
I just can't love so I hate you.
All this stress has stained me.
Anger has framed me.
Its best if you were waking.
It would be great if your breathing.
I fucking hate you laying lifeless.
While I'm here grieving.
You had to fight this!
But you decided to hide shit.
Maybe I might just.
Give up and re-write this.
Tiredness is dried and prior to fire and miss.
I just acquired to sit.
With a gun and fire it.
To end me and my politeness.
I'm doing what you did.
This is my bye...