The death of me

My heart rips open
As I stare at your picture
At times I wish
My life would go quicker

I slice up my wrists
When I get depressed
I can\'ttell you
What I feel in my chest

Sometimes I\'d like
To cut real deep
Start falling fast
Into eternal sleep

Let go of my pain
End my life
Make it all stop
With the cut of a knife

And as the crimson blood
Slowly runs out
I\'ll silently listen
To murmured shouts

But when you run over
And I see your cries
That\'s when I\'ll tell you
Exactly why...