My love

Suicidal is my lover, depression is my sideline.
Loving me comes with many guidelines.
I'm the type of girl who draws sad tribe lines.
My arm is a canvas that my lover tests upon.
Every word and every feeling becomes a piece of art.
Fuck, when did all this shit start to spark?
Somehow suicidal stole my heart.. We are together until death do us part.

Sensitivity is my Doctor, and pain is my prescription.
Nobody would care if I went missing.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your voice pains me more.

I hurt myself, so your voice can't be heard.
Only this doesn't work all the time...
Slowly you're killing me and it's not a crime.
Praying to Satan for him to take me away,
But I'm forced to wake up and live another day.
I wanted help, I even began screaming repeatedly...
But no one cared enough to save me...
It was nothing new...
But when I died,
I thought of you... but you had no clue.