My Blood Stained Wrist

I cut my pain away
The pain of today

I could cry
But I’d rather die

How could you spread those lies
And break our friendship’s ties

How could they believe you
And stare at me like they do

It breaks my heart
That you’ve been fake from the start

But I’m getting over it
Bit by bit

I get over my pain with a different pain
As I cut my skin to the vein

Now I sit alone
Still as a stone

I’ll clench my fist
As I stare at my blood stained wrist

*yeah..definately not my best*