you actually cared for once,

you hugged me, whispered in my ear,

but then you left me there,


all alone,

and i broke myself again.

i cut, i bled,

i remembered what you said,

i remembered you,

i remembered your voice,

i remember making

that stupid choice.

but i remember


my want to die,

my hope for peace,

my hope for release.

''you are loved, mariah,

suicide isnt the answer.

ill be back, okay?

ill be back,

and ill be here.''

but then you left,

and i cut,

i bled,

and i could be dead.

all because you


for once.