All because of him

It's not fair to read about how all these people cut
Because i crave it so badly every time my door is shut

i know exactly where the knife is, hidden safe next to a book
But when i think about cutting my mind is flooded with that look

i remember the shock in his eyes when i showed him all my scars
And i remember the promise we then made under the stars

He told me never to cut again, and i demanded the same
Well i broke that promise once, and i'll never forget the shame

i felt so guilty for betraying the brand new trust we had
So when i crave the knife i think of how it hurts him so bad

i'll never break that promise, even if my mood is grim
i will never see the red again, and all because of him

*That promise means the world to me, and i will never forgive myself for the one time i broke it. Please vote/comment if you so desire. If not, oh well. i will get over it. ;-)*