There is nothing to do now but die.Slit my wrists and it will be a fast death, no pain.My tears flow as I put the knife to my wrist.I can't do it.But the way you did that to me it feels like the last resort.You said you loved me and you would always love me.But then you went and slept with my best friend and told her that you loved her and never would stop.How can I trust you now.Love is dust in the wind to me.I put the knife to my wrist and cut it quick.The blood comes flowing out.I fall to the floor in pain. I hear you knock and knock and you force your way in.I lay there motionless.You wrap your arms around me and hold me tight.Your and my tears run down our cheeks together as one.I hear you whisper in my ear that you love me and you were sorry.Next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed and your hand on mine.
