Do you remember
when you showed me your wrists
"I do it cause I hate them"
are the words that you hissed
you said u did it to be happy
you could have talked instead
you told me that it wouldn't hurt
after the third time or more
and you were right
thats when you left my door
thats when I became addicted
when I couldn't bare the pain
I did it when I was angry
I did it when it would rain
So one night I was mad at you
and Instead
I sliced myself
right on my bed
Now I am motionless
I am dead.
