@Echellia group
I crave I crave I crave I crave all
The wrong kinds of love the ones that hurt so I can finally have a reason for hating myself all the time
And like hurt me hurt me hurt me
i need it so bad so bad so bad
Take my wrists and hod them tight and tell me no and don’t let me go
Until I bruise
And then I can finally have a reason for wanting to cut myself all the time
Tell me no no no no no because I am a child a child a child and I need to be told
Be told
Tell me
Tell me no mummy
Tell me no daddy
Tell me no