Directors cut (the only one that matters)

*People please don't comment or vote on my poems anymore you're all very talented but I feel guilty getting rewarded for such cruel thoughts*

I want to cut me wide
I haven't for so long
i miss my golden pride
but i know it is so wrong

Why do i have to like it
wen all it brings is bad
this wait for help has gone to long
back comes misses sad

(to my blade)
*i miss the way you touch me
and how u let me weep
i just want you to hold me
u selfish stuck up creep

How could you let me go like that
u said youd take me to the end
u didn't get me anywhere
my new ex bestest friend

why wont you answer my calls
you no longer support me when i cry
I had a suicidal thought
and u let it pass on bye

how am i meant to trust you
when all you do is lie
you've ignored me for the last time
and left my arm to dry

So next time i see you
I'll hold u just so close
to mourn for what i soon will loose
like a petal from a rose*