Painful Help

Don't ever let an ex help you get over them. They end up hurting more.

You say you want to save me

But then make no attempt

I cannot comprehend 

What it is to me ment.

I'm twisted, torn

A heart not beating anymore

I start to fear for my life

But that quickly goes away with the knife

Across my wrist, like the tons of times before

And try not to let tears keep me up more

But minuets turn to hours, and I still lie awake in bed

With all of these thoughts running through my head

And you say that you are trying your best

But to who? Do you wish to leave my mind amess?

I don't know, but my wrist stings in every way

I will need to finish this poem another day