Counting wounds

This poem just come to my head it's not true

As I set lone in my room I open a package full of forgotten wounds. They open every time I think of you.

one,two,I'm bleeding out of my wounds how could you leave me in that way I did everything for you I even gave you everything my life,heart, and soul don't you know.

three,four, I'm bleeding more and more just thinking of you I'm thinking there most be something I did wrong (oh how it hurts) my body is going numb,did you think I didn't show you any love by Gavin you everything how can you leave me for someone like her.

five,six oh how I'm getting sick I wish you could of picked me, but instead you pick her. So now I'm here opening some more wounds soon I'll be doomed.

seven, eight, I'm laying down straight on my bed cause if I turn to see were you use to sleep I'll be in eternal sadness I'm already in madness.

nine,ten, I'm going to be died i see blood all of the place i wish i can see your face I'm slowing going I'm reasonable asking god to forgave me for what I have done someones coming i hope it's not you i get a few black outs it the last one I see it is really you holding me telling me "oh baby I'm sorry" then I close my eyes I'm gone.

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