I get the knife
i slash my wrist
all because this guy named nick
he broke my heart and let it split.
If he would look deep into the cut he'd see a slash that bleeds of blood.A blood so thick that ran for him, the blood i cry for this guy named nick. If he looked deeper into the bloody cut he'd see my heart also cut broken into many parts a million other ladies hearts. the way i now feel for him is hatred, loss, and pain but ive got nothing to gain. Maybe i'll stop grabbing the knife and just think of losing nick more of a point to life.
