She loved me, she said
she cared, she said
she wanted me and only me, it was to good to be
i hugged her close i grabbed her hand but she left me
for another man, depressed and sick i went for a knife
thinking it was a way out of this fight
i held it close to my wrist with no sight of turning back
cuz i knew that one slit that my blood would run fast
i started to write a poem like this thinking that it could be my escape from this abyss
so i sat there thinking was it worth my time, to sit here and waste someone else with my rhyme than i put the knife down
nothing stained YET with red and went into my room where i drowned in my dread.
