i'm not bitter and i don't hate you,
but it's your fault i don't believe in love.

you will pay for your sins.
count 'em, one by one.
carve them out on your skin.
one for the tears drawn in charcoal.
one for the words you didn't mean.
one for the hearts you stole.

and countless more,
because it's the only way to survive.

i think you've fucked me up for good.
damaged goods.
you better not fuck her up too.