How did you get inside my head?
If you're reading this, it's too late.
I begged you to call, then I didn't answer.
I felt like even my voice could cause the recipient cancer..
I wept blood, even my demons were mourning.
Worried I may be happier without their fragrant screams.
Wounded and ripping at the ♥ strings.
You were my wings, and I didn't care.