A suicide made.

Another cut I made, another scar will form.
Another secret sealed in blood,
Another love I shall mourn.
My trust has been broken, by another.
What happened to no lies?
We were suppose to love each other.
My tears turned to blood,
and that knife became my friend.
My hearts too beaten and too battered,
theres just no way it can mend.
So I take all that I have left,
try to put it into words.
I tried to let the pain fly away, like ocean birds.
But it just doesn't leave my side,
it haunts me everyday.
I sit crying everyday, wishing it would go away.
I don't want to think of you,
you should be the last thing on my mind.
But all I see myself thinking of,
Is if your okay, are you fine?
I know sometimes things don't work out,
they say, "it's for your own good."
But there's no way that can be.
I think they misunderstood.
Not having you in my life, has caused nothing but pain.
I'm cutting myself again, I think i just hit a vein.
Bloods pouring from my wrist,
onto this paper I'm writing to you.
I told you to never leave me,
I told you I wouldn't know what to do.
Just remember I love you,
As my mind begins to fade.
This is not suicide Hun, this is what you made.