As i take the razor to my wrist memories of him i remanice.
I think tonight is my final goodbye, B/c he teased and laughed he made me cry.
Through out the years I toughed it out but now my pain is slowly coming out.
I cut my wrist and try to forget of all the ways he made me feel like shit.
It's the same old story of the girl who's dying inside all B/c of his stupid pride.
He makes me sad and full of shame I can't even mention his name.
He jokes around like if it's a game he doesn't know it's driving me insane.
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep all b/c that boy's a creep.
So if u read this u know who u are, and always remember the name of the girl who's heart you tore apart.
By
Araceli
