Suicide

I lay on the floor In a pool of blood My razor blade by my side Not realizing what I have just done I'm in and out of consciousness From the blood I've lost What did I just do Did I just cut my wrist I had to have Why else would there be blood But why would I do that Why would I take my life To take away the pain The pain of my broken heart And the feeling I have That just won't go away As I lay there With a smile on my face Waiting to take my last breath He finds me This time he's in pain The same pain he's caused me Now, I finally get the satisfaction The satisfaction of hurting him