And everyday it gets worse-
You look at me with such great disappointment-
But who am I trying to impress?
You’ve lost interest in me so long ago.
Out on the street-
Counting the strands of grass-
Feeling the wind through my hair-
Running away from the people I know-
Has never felt so hard.
Part of this day feels so empty-
Yet so full of sadness.
I wish I could give up-
But that’s not so easy.
I’ll draw this heart on my hand-
Using black & red,
Hoping you’ll notice,
Hoping you’ll ask.
I’m done with false acts of flattery,
And I’m finishing what I never thought
I could.
I’ll take this blade to my wrist-
Laugh so hard at what I’m doing.
So hard that I start crying.
Fall to the floor and wish you were here.
And I’ll leave a note-
A note for you.
Saying how much I admire your sense of fashion-
And your perfect figure.
It’s so hard to believe that I was once like you.
And don’t lie to me when you say you’ve always “been thereâ€.
You haven’t.
And that’s not what hurts the most-
The way you walk her home,
And the way you hold her-
Is killing me.
So I’ll tie the rope around and around-
Hoping to save you,
Hoping to end me.
