I done this to myself

I sit alone in my room,
my mind is busy,
busy thinking about you.

As i remember all the times,
the times when we were together,
the times when we were apart,

I get sadder & sadder.

I cant talk to any one because no one knows how much i love you, and i cant tell them,
i try to be happy but its not working,

Because I know how you feel about her and how she feels about you, and now that you're with her, you may never be with me again.

and i slit my wrist not once but twice, because i know what could have been and what would have been, if i hadn't done what i did.