I cut my wrists
one of many slits
you broke my heart
you tore it apart
all i can do is cry
others can only say, "Why?"
i say, "Because of you
Every hurtful thing you do"
you say what i did is not ok
then i tune out to what you say
once you are gone & i promise not to do it again
for weeks and weeks the knife hungers for my skin
all my problems are because of you
and all of the nasty things you do