The last three words you left with me are drowning in the rain
There's blood on the ground from my gut-wrenching pain
My heart is in pieces all in your hand
She's the only one that matters to you or just don't you understand
You never opened your eyes to see what I wanted
The memories I left in these halls are all so haunted
The pictures of you in my mind are slowly becoming black
You broke my heart to where it can never mend back
The razor I now hold will take my life
It will take me back to where everything was just right
Where I didn't have these pieces and I was happy and knew what I needed
The razor across my wrist hurts but it feels so good to finally be bleeding
The blood is now soaked onto your shirt
I wonder if you care if I'll be gone..Will you even be hurt?
I laugh at the irony of this whole heartache..
&& The final draw is...the note on chest: HE MADE MY HEART BREAK
Aiight..This poem is a little different and extremely old..So...You get the point.
