When I take the knife,
And slowly rub it
against my wrist,
slowly and softly,
Then when I think
about the ways
you made my life a
living hell,
I rub it faster and harder,
making red lines across
my wrist.
I think about you kissing her,
you flirting and talking
about how I was a
mistake.
Harder and faster, soon it bleeds.
I think about the way you
led me on,
thinking you liked me,
thinking you'd want to be with me.
Those nights where we'd talk
for hours,
those times where I needed you,
you were there for me.
Harder and Faster, blood is dripping on the floor.
I wipe your name off my mirror,
written in the lipstick
I kissed you with.
I wrip up your picture
and throw the
remains across
my room.
Harder and Faster, theres a puddle on the floor.
I think about the times where we just
hung out for hours.
I think about that day when
you said i like you.
I think about the time where I was so
happy and in love with you.
Harder and Faster, the blood is mixed with tears.
I rememeber now why i am bleeding for you.
You are ruining my life.
You know every detail, mistake and fault I have
made and you are capable of telling them.
You are one of those people who can destroy me
with a single word.
Harder and Faster, I begin to feel faint.
I think about what will happen if they find out.
What am I going to do?
I have nothing on you.
I think about if I die tonight,
would you come to my funeral?
Would you shed a single tear?
I think about if you really even liked me.
Was this all a joke to you?
Did you just want to use me?
Harder and faster, i am biting my lip.
This hurts so bad,
But not as bad as it hurts when
you say those words to me.
I am not wanting attention,
I am just expressing how I feel.
I feel dead inside,
And now I want to BE dead.
Harder and Faster, the wrist is raw.
If only you knew how I felt,
You'd be doing the same.
Or maybe you wouldn't,
maybe i am blowing this whole thing out
of porportion.
I stop.
The bleeding stops.
The pain is gone.
But your face and words still
remain.
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