Alone I Cry

These thoughts run through me,
dark they creep,
as all alone,
I sit and weep.
I cry to the one I love,
who loves me not,
he told me before,
but I guess he forgot.
Depression runs through me,
as alone I cry,
I sit and think,
that he's helping me die.
I take a knife,
jab at my wrists,
as the crimson blood,
runs down my fists.
I carve a heart
into my skin,
as I make another,
loving sin.
Sad but true,
it keeps me alive,
loving too many,
as alone I cry.