Pain

The pain you cause me,
don't you see what it makes me do,
the scars on my wrist are for you.

The blood that pours from me is for you,
and you alone,

You don't even seem to care,
do you even notice what I've done?
I can only hope you see what you've done to me,

But its to late now,
I'm slipping away,
the pain is taking over,
the blood is seeping threw

By: Rhiannon Lee