A slit wrist theory.....

I hate myself today
but what am i supposed to say
can u please be my freind
i\\\'ll need u till the end

to be by myside
to here all my cries
could you do that for me
could u be my eyes,let me see

i slit my wrist today
it was the only way
help stop the bleeding
my life is a poetic reading

why werent u here
u were never near
u didnt have to leave
like a knitting u weaved

didnt u here my eyes speak sonets
or were u gazing at the comets
my sweet kaos comes to a hault
once again it\\\'s all my fault

i made a commitment today
forever here i will lay
for u were never there
all u did was sit and stare

my scars were books of truth
here i will cry in this phone booth
waiting for you to come
i knew u wouldnt run

i\\\'v gone away, leave a message
for i have gone to write another passage
one that will end this sonet of mine
one that will say
\\\"dont worry i\\\'ll be just fine\\\"
i\\\'v finished my book today
seemed impossible through all dismay
but i never did know how to ryhme
dont worry u\\\'ll know the author in time.........