Bittersweet Suicide

One cut, two cut, three cut, four.
Just another cut, and I\'ll be on the floor.
It finally hit my vein.
All gone, no more pain.
For some reason I can only see the pain within.
And thats what forces me to cut my skin.
When I'm gone you won't care.
You'll see me as I lay in my casket, you'll blankly stare.
This bearing pain that rips me apart
Is the pain from people messing with my heart.
My whole bodies numb.
I can't feel my fingers or my thumb.
My wrist are bleeding.
To be loved is what I've been needing.
I'm 16 going on dead,
Don't say I'm crazy you don't know what goes on in my head.
I look at my scars and know that they're real.
I cut once more, its the pain I want to feel.
The blade creates a feeling, a feeling that I only know.
And when I think of you, I cut, hoping to die slow.
I committed suicide today.
It's so sad that it was you that made me die this way.
Now I'm gone and have nothing to do.
It's all your fault for you not meaning it when you said "I Love You"