The Problems Gone

His wrists are slashed,
Hers are too,
What did I do?

Was It me?
Did i do something wrong?

These two have slashed their wrists
Since I've come along

I think its me,
I know its true,
I wish i could know,
but I've turned blue

I'm leaving now,
Down to Hell,
I'll scream your name,
The moment I fall

Let you know,
I'm finally gone,
And you can put down and stop,
Razors and Self Harm.

Because you see,
The problems gone.