stop stabbing, ive stopped screaming
I FIND THAT, WHEN I THINK OF YOU I GET SICK TO MY STOMACH, IN SUCH A WAY I WANT YOU HERE WITH ME, SO YOU COULD MAYBE SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE. I'VE DONE NOTHING, BUT MAKE EVERYTHING EASY FOR YOU, WHO THE FUCK CARES IF IM DIEING INSIDE, YOU CAN BE HAPPY, YOU CAN THINK EVERYTHING IS FINE. YOU HUMILIATE ME.