You told me our relationship just wouldn't work,
I told you we could work things out,
Why are you acting like a Jerk?
Then you began to shout.
You insisted i leave,
You pushed me out the door,
But I grabbed your sleeve,
And told you," this is like war"
You looked at me,
Pushed me away
And said this just couldn't be,
But maybe another day.
I went home crying and all,
Locked myself in my room,
Threw myself against the wall,
I took out my knife ready for my doom.
I slit my wrists,
Letting all the blood poor out of me,
I clenched my fists,
I guess my life just wasn't meant to be.
The next morning the police found me,
My mother and father were screaming and crying,
I hope that they would just see,
How my life was short and unexciting.
