Sadist

Sadist... Sadist... Sadist... Sadist... SADIST.
I never knew, you were a voice that made its home, inside my head.
Now i'm carving scars in my arm to remember what if feels like to feel anything.
It was only the start.
My addiction, to tearing myself apart.
I'm in love with hating myself, its the only real thing, i've ever felt.
FUCK.
I hold a gun, to the head of god.
Please tell me where I went wrong.
Every single step I take, leads me right back to the same mistakes.
I've been, here before, but I adore the pain.
Keep coming back for more.
I bleed, just to see, if theres anything left inside of me.
We are a perfect fit, a sadist, and a masochist.
BLEGH
I've never been good enough.
I am never, good enough.