Let me do it. Let me go. Every night you'd call me just to say that you loved me. What went wrong? Was it the times we were silent and still? Or was it the time where I'd question if you truly loved me? You were the person who said that you would love me until the day you die. Let me do it. When you said that you didn't want to be with me. It made me go insane and wanna crawl under the covers and cry. Let me go! I beg of you. Don't show anyone. Please. You holding my my arm and showing everyone made it seem as though you still cared and had concern for me. But you don't your just making a mockery of the cuts and scars on my wrist. Let me go! Let me continue! This time I'll complete it. But it's hard because I see you face when it's all dark.
