Missing you

Looking out the window with a sigh
Wondering how did love ever pass us by
Wished things wouldn't end this way
Can't seem to find any words to say

The stars don't seem to appear anywhere
While the full moon is an ugly red
Into this September sky I stare
With hopes that are apparently dead

I wonder aloud if you'd be there
Or would you even bother to care?
I cut myself with a razor blade
The blood doesn't flow so I force them instead

It trickles down like a running tap
Its crimson screaming with anger
Like a sprinter running a four hundred metre lap
My vision's starting to be blur

Tears flow down my sordid face
With bloodied arms that long for your warm embrace
I slit my wrist again and again
Maybe this would end the pain?