I lay on the bathroom floor.
I can't take this anymore.
I can't believe you were so sleezy.
Now watch this blood flow freely.
I didn't know I could hurt this bad, over what we never had.
Now watch this knife meet my skin, with you I know I'll never win.
Do you know how much I care?
Even when your never there?
Do you hear my silent cries?
This could be my last goodbye.
Anger runs through my veins.
All it will take is some pain.
Watch me end my life with this knife.
Pray and hope I don't choke.
Don't flake out on your only way out.
I'll carve your name in my flesh in hope we someday mesh.
I know I'm not the best, but no worries as I meet my eturnal rest.
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