You

Blood runs from my wrist down to the floor, each cut deep and painful brings me back to a time when you said u loved me. when you see the cuts deep in my arm you smile as if it were a joke to get you back. I wish life was book but life aint no fairy tale so with this blade upon my arm one last cut could do no harm I,ve cried enough so with this pictuer of you covered in blood I will die just like ur LOVE

please comment i know it bad but hey its my frist i will do the same for u