When that razor brushes your skin I hope you think of me.
Apply pressure to it and let it slide slowly.
Let the pain you feel tell you you’re still living.
Let the pain in your chest and heart swell.
I want it to consume you.
Live in it.
As the blood drips off your arm I hope you start to cry.
I hope you’ll think of how much I tried to help,
And how all you ever did was push me away.
Think about the way my hand would feel in yours.
If you had only opened up.
Think of the times I was there for you.
Think of how I’ll never be there for you to turn to again.
And as you wipe away the blood know that I don’t love you anymore.
 SmellFree · Sun Feb 14, 2010 @ 04:59am · 1 Comments |
