Thinking of You

I think of you
as I watch the blood
flow down my arm
and drip on the floor

I take the razor
and slide it across my skin
watching the blood come up again

I think of how you hurt me
and I cut again.

I think of how you treated me,
and i cut again.

I think of how you said you loved me
then I think of how it was a lie.

I think of how you lied to me
and I cut again.

I take the razor, cut in deep
and i watch the blood seep.

Then i fall back in bed
thinking of the long day ahead.