When I slit my wrist,
I think of when we kissed.
When I cover up my scars,
I think of the future that was ours.
When I cry myself to sleep,
I think of the memories we keep.
But now that we are done,
I'm afraid you were my the one.
It still hurts far too much,
That I have felt your last touch.
Just put your hand in mine,
And I swear I'll be fine.