She is home alone
left with the tears to cry...

The knife is coming closer
and i am about to slid it across my wrist...

Take the knife
stab it through my heart...

*i wrote this earlier and i wanted to post it its...

I thought I was over this
I thought I was done with this stage...

I thought these thoughts were gone
but i guess i was wrong...

I got help
To get over this obsession...

And you told me you loved me
but that was just a lie...

If home is where the heart is
Then a heart I must be lacking...

We would stay up late
talking over aim...

I sit here thinking
ill be forgotten when i die...

Thinking of all the tears Ive cried
realizing i would be...