I loved him
for the longest time
he didn't love me
I cant even breath
I got enough nerve
to ask him out
he said no
straight no
nothing else
i wish i could die
when i get home
my face red with sorrow
I unlock the door
run upstairs
and notice knife
sitting in the corner
i though it over
what has came my way
the sorrow and rejection
i couldn't think
but picking up the knife
I cut
again and again
the blood i see
and start to cry
i know i shouldn't have
but its to late
to stop now
