I can't concentrate with you on my mind.
Killing my soul, i wish to rewind,
back to the time when we weren't together,
back to the time when there was no such thing as forever.
now as i sit, the blood drips off my arm,
and i cry in spite of my pitiful self, turning to self harm.
the razor blade is stained from many uses before,
my heart is broken and yours to adore.
i don't want your pity, or your sorrowful cries,
i just want you to go away, so i can just die.
i need to get out of this thing called life
where everyone is hurtful and filled with strife.
