5.All Because Of You

I did these scars,
All because of you,
You broke my heart,
My veins, I cut right through.

Up comes the knife,
Across my wrist its sits,
One quick, sharp movement,
Out the blood spits.

All over my walls,
It splatters and paints,
A tragic hell scene,
Here comes the saints.

Hearing a loud thud,
My mom opens the door,
I'm lying dead,
In a pool of my own blood on the floor.

She calls the ambulance,
They load me in quick,
They try hard to revive,
The one who was sick.