i carved whore into my right thigh monday
ive traced back over it every night since
tonight wont be any different

its there because its the truth
im a worthless fucking whore
a sinful slut-boy who deserves a bullet to the fucking brain

i dont deserve keivon or shaila
im not worth the love and attention they give me
when i die, theyll find way better people to love

i think i can take comfort in that thought
the thought that dying would bring them happiness
maybe thats enough of an excuse to hurt them by hurting myself