Blood

I hate the fact that your still here
I hate the fact that you don't care
With "I do" came three not one
You should have taken all or none
Yet you decided to leave two out
At them you always scream and shout
I bet you'll always remember
This day in late September
The blood it took to write this rhyme
Is the blood that took from me my life
The blood that came from my wrist
The wrist I cut with a sharp sharp knife