The knife moves slowly
across my wrist
the pain a feel
is a pin prick compared
to what you do to me
your eyes fill with tears of sadness
when you see my scars
the pain i cause is a joy for me
cuz the pain you cause will never leave
i see you cry
i pretend to care
the tears roll down your cheek
like the blood does my wrist
i hate you but
i pretend to love
i cannot stand it
i leaving here
with a bullet and a bang.
