I hope you know
That you are the reason
For this ***** burning down my throat,
Making its way into
My pumping veins.
But the only thing
They seem to be pumping
Is the undeniable pain
Of you leaving me.

I hope that you know
That you are the reason
That I sit in my bedroom every night
Pondering the reason
For my seemingly pointless soul
To be treading this earth.

I hope you know
That you are the reason
That my skin has become a canvas
For the blades that rest
On the edge of my sink.

Vertical.
Horizontal.
Left.
Right.
Back.
Forth.
The blades run through
The thin layer of skin.
And all I can think about
As my blood hits the tile
Beneath my wobbling feet
Is that
I hope you know
That you are the reason.