This is what you've done to me..

I lie in my bed,
Staring at my blade,
I think maybe I should cut,
For all you've done to me.

My friends won't care of I do this,
And, I'm pretty sure he won't either,
Maybe I should just get it over with,
I know my time is up,
My clocks stopped ticking.

I feel so numb,
Cause of what you've done.

I hold my blade firmly in my hand,
Place it to my wrist,
I slowly begin to cut,
Deeper and deeper each time.

I usually regret doing this,
But tomorrow I won't wake up,
I'll be lost in my dreams,
Of eternal darkness.

He'll come to me in the morning,
Notice the blood stained bed sheets,
He'll find my shattered body,
He'll be sorry.

For this I write a note,
In my own blood,
"Listen now,
I'm gone,
And I'm not coming back this time,
This is what you've done to me"