Sadly,
I'm
the idiot who loves you.
There
are a lot of idiots who love you,
But, I'm the idiot who you don't even
pay attention to.
You... don't even know me.
You don't even
want to know me.
You won't let me know you,
either.
And
all these cuts on my arm, surprisingly
They're not even from
you.
But they will be.
One day, I'm going to
drag that blade across my flesh,
And it's going
to be your
fault.
I didn't make it. I just added
the colors and stuff.