Slit Wrists

Blood pores
From all these sores

You never look my way
Or have anything to say

But you also don't know
That i didn't want you to go

So now cuts are what you see
If you were to ever look at me

But to know, my love, that you don't care
Makes me want to pull out my hair

I hate my life
Just give me my knife

Let me die
I don't want to hear these lies

And finally you see in my eyes is pain
I have nothing to gain

All this time, my tounge i've bit
But now i tell you that for you my wrists are slit