I sit here
in this empty house
thinking
i tend to do that a lot
i sit here reading all of the
emails you sent me
listening to all of the
saved messages from you
on my phone
listening to songs that
brought us together
i keep playing the songs over and over again
thinking how
how did he move on so fast
how come it was so easy for him
i put my hand
in my pocket
i pull out a razor blade
i look for a match of skin
that isn't already covered
in cuts from previous days
i find one
up by the bend in my arm
i put the blade to my kin
i begin to push down
slowly and softly
then in one fluid motion
i push down fast and hard
then i watch the blood
trickle down my arm
i can cry now my tear drop
fell on my arm and s mixing
with the dripping blood
they belong together
while i listen to the sad song
that remind me of you
and it all seems so right
