Well here i am you found me,
No more hide and seek,
I'm lying on the floor,
Surrounded in my blood,
I guess it really got that bad,
You didn't know how i felt,
You told me to stop,
That cutting was bad,
Was it really you talking?
Or was it your guilt?
That fact the only reason,
Was because i couldn't have you,
You treated me like fool,
Like a reject of this world.
So here i am lying on the floor,
Wishing you loved me.
So much hurt can drive you that far, i dont know if you personally have tried suicide, but i know i have and i know how it feels and your poem just nailed it
