(its raining and i’m hating.) count the times you broke my soul and an acid tear will fall from the sky toxic drops that burn through my flesh just like your eyes burn my heart. (kissing them better is painful.) i’d rather you pour salt in the wounds that lace up my arm like a lattice of shame. and as i cry and as i bleed you can find the pain palpable i only kept myself alive for you but you’re gone so there’s no point really (don’t you live to hate?) so why not die for love. or am i dying for hate? does it matter. no. not really. (it’s raining and i’m dead)