Thanks For Tearing Me Apart (Again)

Thank you for making me cry. Because of you I feel the need to die. I shed my last tear with this blade inside my wrist. Don't worry this isn't a risk. Oh and i will take the pain you inflicted upon me, with me. As they bury me six feet deep. The only noise you will hear is my feint cries. And always and forever i knew we'd be. Thanks for doing this to me.

You said you were sorry in a note someone else gave me. That was a lie that wasn't hard to see. Why did i think you would ever love me. I was already depressed. And you just pushed me over the edge. You are some one I pray I forget. What kills me the most is you were my best friend. Like I said love can be your best friend, but it kills you in the end.

Why of all the days, this one. I was so happy for once. I wrote you a poem, and bought you a white rose. And I guess you saw a chance to rip me apart. Your words are so fake. The pain you leave behind is too much for anyone to take. Thanks for making me the mistake. Thanks for tearing me apart, again.

*The person I wrote this poem for broke up with me on Valentines day last year.*