I sit with abit of glass
i look at my arm
i put the glass on my arm
and pull the glass across it
blood trickles down it
i watches
i dont feel any pain
i thinks about the guy who has
made me do this
the guy that left me
the guy who made me feel special
i cut and cut till icant anymore
i look at my wrist all bloody and torn tears roll down my cheeks
i see a vein
i cut it
i took my last breath
and said its his fault he made me do this
then complete darkness
