Sleeping

I'll seduce you with my "Daddy Issues" broken look    
and leave you wondering if you can't fuck the needle out of my arm    
I get off watching you have to think about the men that violate me  
(men who don't want me like you do)    
I want to see you die in the wake of my poor, self-generated, prognosis and bury me before I'm dead  
Sleeping on your chest while my self-harm keeps you awake, is the only time I feel alive