Kill Yourself Or Get Over It

My cries are adolescent, Life is unfair. Well, sweetheart, kill yourself Or get over it. But I want it to be different, I don't want to be so perverse, So destructive. I try to wash it from my body, Try to rid myself of everything that has ruined me. The cum The makeup The pills The vodka The blood. This soap does nothing, My tears are stagnant. The blood of the lamb is a slap in the face, Because I can never be pure again. I can't pretend. I can't get over it.