Promises Don't Mean A Thing.

I promised you I wouldn't
Just crawl off and die
But you never said I couldn't
Inflict pain on my myself and hide it from the eye.

I thought I could tell you everything
But your judgement I can't stand
So I guess I'll tell you nothing
And just cause myself pain by my own hand.

With a knife in my hand
I hold out my wrist
And engrave my pain
With a small turn, flick and twist.

Blood drips from my wrist to the floor
Gasping in pain, I drop the knife
I've never cut so deep
Not before tonight.

I bandage my wrist
But the blood soaks through
I've lots all my wits
There's nothing I can do.

I start to feel faint
And my world begins to spin
The blood on the carpet, just like paint
Then everything goes dim.

I'm on the floor
Unconscious when my breathing begins to slow
I feel all life leave me
Our only promise I broke