Broken heart

I'm sorry for hurting you
with the slices on my wrist.
but its the only way i can take out,
all this ignorant bliss.

i know i have told you before.
but i have to tell you again.
i don't want to cut.
but i am in so much pain.

you asked me to stop.
and i did for a while.
but then you broke my heart,
and i went running straight back to the blade.

it was your birthday,
and we weren't together.
but you still came over.
so we could spend time with each other,

you saw the marks upon my wrist.
and all you did was...
hug me and hold me tight
and told me i really shouldn't be like this.

yea its not the greatest poem in the world but im just expressing myself.