Pain

I hope you die, I hope you burn, I will give you a one way ticket to hell. You make me bleed, you make me hurt, you make me suffer like no time before. You put me down, then pick me up, then do it again. Your like a drug, can't get enough, all I want is more. You take me in then through me out Why do you like hurting me. Maybe you don't know that you are doing it, but I doubt it. Because of the way that you do it. I see your smirk, and it makes me want to screem. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 12:14 PM PST   0 • 1