Cut My Wrists

I want to slit my wrists and want them bleed,
With the satisfaction,
I did what was needed.
I made her cry yet again,
I bleed for her now,
Wishing I could take it all back again.
I keep saying the wrong things,
Now it's time for me to do the right thing.
I'm sorry I've done this to you,
Every month since June 8th.
Ill die thinking about you,
Ill dream wishing it wast true.
Not this death,
Nor this loss.
I take the blade and I sharpen it again,
This time to meet the desirable end...

Reviews

[Demii]

This is so passionate sad, but yet sweet. I see in it a way that your bleeding pain of thoughts and sincere feelings but yet the other person doesn't understand. I like the flow of it.