Cut my throat, because I know that you hate me. Cut my throat, because it was what I needed at the time we first met. I rather have died back when we first met. I bleed more and more every day, but I was bleeding even more when I was with you. Say it was all me, even if it was clearly all you. Say it was all me, but it isn’t your blood on that knife you used on me. Play the victim. Play the victim and watch my “friends” fall for the lies you preach about me. Everyone knows the truth. Everyone knows who’s knife and who’s blood is on that knife. I am not innocent, but far from being as well-known as you are. I am not innocent, but I know I am not perfectly. Both of us are bleeding, but we both know who the real victim is. Don’t know how you could have done this. Don’t know how you could have done this to your very own daughter. Don’t know how you could have done this, but far from the first time this has happened in history. However, this is the last drop of blood in our history.