Unwanted

I am nothing more,
than a small girl,
who cries out for the attention,
yet i always try to hide.

You made me black,
because of that last attack.
I saw you with her,
and then i knew i was sure.

No one was at home,
just me alone,
I took the knife,
and tried to end this life.

I thought about how I'm gonna die,
and before that i shall cry,
write this letter,
to make me feel much better.

I cut my wrist,
put the blood on the letter,
people thought i didn't exist,
so that made me feel better.

I took the knife stuck it in my hand,
the blood spilling because of my command.
My arm was in blood,
which started to flood.

I then took the knife and stuck it through my heart,
and this broke every single part.

The pain came to me,
and now i can see,
the blood i spilled,
for your account.

the letter was leaking in this,
i threw a kiss,
and then i went slamming into the floor.

My body lay dead,
no words in the room can be said,
except for the tears,
that i cried through these years