Cuts on my wrists
hands curled into fists
will i even be missed
Writing a note
i wrote
i love you and it wasn't your fault
That's a lie
i want to die and
its partly your fault
I can't tell you that so i
Sit and i cry
Why do i
Live like this
Will i even be missed
I am not in a good place anymore
I don't want to be here!