6For every syllable that escapes his lips,
A blade falls across her wrists
For every time he fucks another
A pill is swallowed
No cries are uttered
Fuck her slowly
Fuck her gently
Shatter her insides
It's not as if she feels anything anyway
For every scar on her arm
A dull blade
For every broken love
An empty bottle
Her wrists are dripping
She's puking up the remains,
Of the ugly duckling she once was
She is now beautiful with her broken wrists
And her oh so perfect body
Fuck her slowly
Fuck her gently
Shatter her insides
It's not as if she feels anything anyway
There's nothing to destroy
When everything is already broken
There's nothing to kill
When everything is already dead