He's cutting my wrists 4 me

by LiNa   Nov 2, 2007


Sitting on the bathroom tile
it's cold as usual
my heart is beating
and all i want right now is to stop breathing
my heart has ached for so long
and now all im doing is hurting
this pain is coming to fast
i decide to take the way out like i always do
exept this time im crying
i feel him rasing the blade to my wrist
but its really me
as he tells me and i rewind in my mind his last words i still love you
they seem so long ago
just to see him today huging her and holding her like he use to hold me
he pauses as he hits the skin
making the pain seep through and run down my arm
onto the tinny cracks
a line of blood apears almost black as my eyes light up
i decide to go deeper
and now i'm to my last point
his face is the last memory i see
until the lights went out and and everything became black to me
it's sad they will say that she commited suicide but the truth is nobody knows how i felt today
all i know is he was there cutting my wrists
his words led me to my death
and his actions let me to be suicidal black and bleedng

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