My List

((With this blade
I write my list
A mark for every feeling
I write it upon my wrist))

I stand by the bed
With my head on the wall
The lights are all off
I can feel myself fall

How did I not see?
What was right before my eyes
Who I thought was the perfect guy
Covering up a web of lies

I loved him enough
That I almost quit
But he fucked it all up
So forget that shit

He said he wouldn’t do it
That he would never hurt me
But that was proven wrong
How could it be?

I crawl to my bag
And take out the knife
No reason to stop now
Tonight is the night

No more crying for me
All pain and suffering gone
Just one final cut
Is that really so wrong?

So I ask for one thing
No one be sad
After tonight
I won’t have it that bad

I know I usually leave
With a happy twist
No luck of that now
The proof is on my list