There are no slits,
But a heart on my wrist,
This heart seems broken,
This heart's left unspoken.
As the heart fades,
Time takes its toll,
Feeling of loneliness invades,
Losing my self control.
I think I should cut myself,
So bad the blood would run dry,
She would laugh because its so hysterical,
I'll sit there and not ask one why.
She will see,
What she did to me,
Or she will walk away,
Like she did nothing to be anything but okay.
I don't care anymore,
I wish things could go back to old times,
But they can't,
So I'll erase them from my rhymes...
