Sitting in the dark,
pain rushing through my body,
not knowing where to start,
wondering why you love me,
is this pain never to end,
you tell me you love me,
but is it just pretend?
i think to myself about all the things you say,
trying to keep sane,
living life in shame,
there is no gain,
putting this razor to my wrist,
the blood dripping off,
tears going down my face,
like late December mist.
finding a way to tell you i don\'t want to live,
my hands are shaky,
in the fetal position touching my shins, i don\'t know what to say when you ask me what happened,
while I\'m stopping the blood with a napkin,
trying not to brake down in tears i tell you, thinking you would help,
yo find otherwise you left.....i looked out the window you were gone, now i live life knowing you were wrong because one day i will not fail, i will cut my wrists and you wont ever be able to tell.
