I'm really tired. I'm sick of it all. I heard you tell her to kill herself. I heard the hope in your voice. And yet in my mind I'm still drawn to your impressionistic brilliance. Why do I suffer under you like this? You've seen what I did out of panic, out of love for you. You've seen what I did out of hate. Can you just turn yourself off and stop the pain? Can you for once be by my side to wipe away my tears? Would you kiss my scars as well? Could you look me in the eye and say "I love you" and mean it? And after all the pain you've put us through, and what you've said to her, I still care. You were the first one I loved. I kissed you first like I meant it. I let you in my mind. And look what you've done. YoU LEfT oNE hELl oF An ImPRESSion oN mE... aN ImpRiNt Of a RaZOr bLAdE AcRoSS mY WriST...