I sit here all alone
trying to figure out how i should end it all.
you left me to cry
you laughed even as i begged you 2 stay
i don't know how I'll live without you
but maybe i won't have to
I'll take that razor
and I'll let it make its mark
its like a Friend who knows when I'm through
it knows just how far it should slide
just how much skin to cut through
so i can rest easy and let my depression do the talking
i lie here consumed with my apathy for life
and you.
love should never leave you as vulnerable as this,
i hate love.
