Cut My Wrist and Hope To Die
I use to cut my wrist and hope to die,
You never understood the pain behind my smile,
Depression took over my body and all I did was cry.
But I couldn’t feel too sorry for myself I fought to survive.
But when I couldn’t take the hurt and the lies;
I’d cut my wrist and hope to die.
I use to get insecure and wonder why.
Why did you break my heart and made me cry,
So then I’d cut my wrist and hope to die
This was definitely our last fight,
I shed a couple tears and wished to die that night.
You were my soul mate, my best friend, you were like my brother
Now I reminisce on the days when we use to love each other.
Now I’m stronger, I’ve moved on
And you’re now in past,
I regret the day I believed you when you said,
“Darling I’m gonna make us last”.
Copyright © Jazmin Sang | Year Posted 2015
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