The razorblade

I'm gonna write a poem
a poem with a twist
I'm gonna use a razor blade
and write it on my wrist

I'm gonna dig in deep
and watch the blood flow out
and im gonna promise you one thing,
and thats not to scream or shout

I'm gonna let the blood trickle
trickle onto the floor
and if you hurt me one more time
I'll do it more and more

and when you find me lying there cold and finally gone
and you don't know why i killed myself
I'll know it was your fault all along

now I've written my poem
my poem with a twist
my razor blade is blunt now
i used it on my wrist