Dye he roses black

so the dew in the morning is a bloody red

slice the thorns off and stick them deep inside my skin

lay me in a coffin, bury me alive

Shoot me in the eye with poison

That no antidote can cure

Chop off my hand and smack me with it

strangle me with my own accesories

Push me to the ground and spit on me

Bruise me. Break my ribs

Slam my face in the mirror

That symbolizes how ugly i am

               WOULD YOU do that

                   Or should i do that to myself?    

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