It’s fucking lame if I tell you that I’m BLEEDING
It’s still a shame for a guy with a diary you reading
Openly. I’m embarrassed to cry like a girl would
With damn vulgarities that I fucking hurl and shoot
It’s fucking up my whole life, isn’t that a sex scene?
No, it’s how consistent I make my fucking reactions
How I reply to you, how I respond to your actions
Not how I sit on the bed by you, in random positions
But yes, I’m bleeding without my fucking wrists cut
I’m punching the walls with my fucking fist-art
No, I’m internally hurt, no physical pain shall break me
I need your comforting words, will you conversate me?
Emotionally scarred, what’s left in this art of words
Are just naturally hard, so let us discard a third
Still ain’t sufficient cuz I’m MOTHERFUCKING bleeding
Fuck it, I can’t believe I’m so motherfucking hurt
