Connor

Connor, oh, I truly hate you.

You laugh at hurt and people who do.

Next to me, you don't even know

That I cut and what it does.

Oh dear Connor, your sick and mocking.

Your the reason I'm not stopping.

You haven't even heard me sing

Or read this violent poetry.

Draw with markers, laugh at cuts...

Do it 'till I've had enough.

Do it as a passing joke.

Do it 'till I slit my throat.

Cutting myself on the stones.

You don't know me,

How it hurts.

No Connor, no pain feels good.

I hate you Connor,

You and blood.

Your not happy

This is true.

You killing me

With whats in you.

But they can't see it

Only me.

So I hate you, hate you

For killing me.