ready to scream, ready to kill,hurt and bleed. i know i will meet my eyes with yours,cry myself to sleep and you seem to be the cause. pick up my knife on my wrist now a slash.you tore my heart out,prampled on it like trash.im a mess,but you dont care.you meet my eyes,then leave me to stare.do you want me to cry for you for the rest of my life,or would rather me pick up a gun or a knife,coz right now death seems to be the quickest way to give my heart a rest and take away my pain