A slit and a miss

I slit a slit
a cut and a miss
as the blood's flowing off my wrists
i think of you
how our love so true
and then the times i was so blue
make all this stop
the razor i wish to drop
as it hits the floor,
falling from the top
so then i bandage up
act like nothings wrong
and say what dup
as I'm reaching for the cup
going toward the door
but i hit the floor
now my life is not a bore
call nine one one
i think I'm done
and just to think
this all started with none--