Think about this before you do it again.

You take that blade,
hold it to your wrist.
All I can do,
is feel like shit.

You've caused me so much pain,
so much grief so much sorrow.
I want to die tonight,
and not wake up tomorrow.

You do it again,
and I catch sight.
Another wrist,
will be bloody tonight.

I'll find the sharpest,
razor blade.
I'll hold it down,
against my vein.

The blood will flow,
I will be dead.
Now think about this,
before you do it again.

My friend Brendan wrote the 6 sentences.. and I wrote the last 4.. but tell me whatcha think.. he wrote it to me because he didn't want me to cut. so yeah. and he asked me to finish it because he didn't know how.