Cutting~ and~ love

You say you love me
is it true
you swear it is
then why my skin must i cut through

from this slit pours crimson blood
i keep the wounds from your sight
you see the cuts and turn away
walking to the door you say good night

staying up,awaiting your call
after a while,the phone finally rings
you ask me why,and say your mad
slicing at my arm to feel more stings

smiling as i see the blood
i become very silent
you now just ask if I\'m OK
slashing at my arm with so much violence

so much blood not enough pain
i fall to the floor
going to fast,i hit a vain

you hear me fall
i took my last breath
screaming as you drop the phone
for you know I\'ve met my death