Screw you too

Just another day of things being s.h.i.t
Us fighting...again.
We always do this
Nothing goes right anymore...
not even this good thing...us.
It feels gone.
The only good thing I have...
My reason to live...gone.
So I sit here cutting at my arms
carving what I feel...into my flesh
but there isnt enough room for all of my pain...
all off my feelings...
So how else can I express all the pain?
Deeper cuts and more bleeding.
As I think of everything these past few days,weeks,months...years...
I draw the blade across my wrist...
For the final time...
cutting to the bone.
And as I make that cut...
I think of you.
The last thing running through my head...
are the words we exchanged.
And the last words that pass my lips...
\"Screw you too.\"