Be Truthful

As the blood trickles down my wrist, I close my eyes and think of you.

I think of the way you made me feel

The way we clicked

The way you’d act all shy

All I need

Is one answer

Do I make you that sick?

Did the fact I liked you make you puke?

Do I not deserve a reply?

Why did you turn this way?

Why did you make me feel good

Why am I hurting?

Why must it always happen to me

All I need

Is for you to be truthful

As I cut deeper and deeper

Really making a mess

I faint

And all my thoughts

Drift…..

To you.

Reposted as if written for someone else in mind.

I should have made it clear, I dont cut; but I just made this up....cause I'm pissed off. Seriously.