Today I cut my wrist,
because I let you down.
The deepest Ive ever cut,
I cried my dry tears,
and waited for them to hit the ground.
Today I cut my wrist,
because I had lied to you.
You say you worry about me,
because the pills, you say are too much,
and I told you the pills were through.
Today I cut my wrist,
because I had made you cry.
I told you I had quit,
but I took almost 40,
because I had wanted to die.
Today I cut my wrist,
because suicide seems so easy.
I seem so desperate,
to put an end to your suffering,
because I just want you to be pleased. |
