Slit these wrists for you

I sit there at night
thinking of you
all the things you said
and how you knew

the knife in my hand
as the phone rings
i answer and it's you
i guess it is just one of those things

i put the phone down
drag the blade down my skin
tears begin to well
from very deep within

blood seeps out
still it is not enough
drag it down deeper
i guess i'm not that tough

blood pours out
relief is regained
all this blood i've bled
all through vain

all because the things you said
or the things you have have done
it is me that has ended up this way
i guess now you have won

you broke my heart
and now my soul
is it not enough
to leave me un-whole