1:32 a.m. - 2007-09-23
Scars and cuts (version 2007)
Love goes up and down, like the cuts on an arm.
Love goes from side to side, like the slits on her thighs.

I love you, but I don't think you'd ever love me back; just because I hate myself. Understanding the problems and reasons does not change the fact that I can't fix a thing. I'm sorry for not being what you want, but I'm most sorry for not really giving a fuck.

Scars and cuts, reopen the gash, bleeding out the same wound again.