you say you like my eyes
but they only have a spark when there's a blade to my throat.
people stare at me like they've never seen a corpse,
a cold, walking corpse.
i have nightmares about blood dripping from my eyes,
they're the best dreams i've ever had.
i can't keep living like this
i'm on the edge,
and i'm only pretty when i'm about to end my life.
