FicWad

ARE YOU THESE ROPES THAT TIE AT MY WRIST?
THEY BURN, THEY BURN
DON'T YOU CARE?
COULDN'T YOU CARE FOR MY IMPALED BRUISED HEART?
READ YOUR STORY THEN READ MINE.
DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU DO TO ME?
YOU HURT ME.
BUT I CARE STILL.

SO YOU ARE THE FUCKING NEEDLES,
THAT STAB MY HEART.

YOU ARE THE THOUGHTS,
THAT MAKE ME BREAKDOWN.

BUT THROUGH EVERYTHING I TOLD YOU,
I STILL FUCKING CARE.

AND ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
OR ARE YOU TO BUSY BURYING MY BODY.

YOU PUT OUT MY PULSE,
AND I'M COLD.

SO I'M MS. IDIOT TO YOU.

Okay, honestly I wrote the first few lines as an idea and I kinda just finished it, i have no idea what this is.