You do it

You take the blade
and place it to my wrist
you slide it across giving me a crimson kiss

You make it hurt
but I feel the pain
you make me cry
the tears flow like the rain

You make me hate me
and make me wanna die
you lie straight to my face
but you never look me in the eyes

You break my heart
and make me mad
you are ruining it
think of what we could have had

You cut, not me
I'm just a victim of your words
you should listen, I've told you many times
but I guess I'm never heard

You should have the scars
and the blood stained sheets
because its not the razor
you're what makes me bleed