Crossed the Line

Didn't you ever think of me
When you sat alone each night
Didn't you ever think of me
When you held that girl so tight
Didn't you ever think of me
When you slid off her skirt
Didn't you ever think of me
When she unbuttoned your shirt

I always thought if you
With each cut and tear
I always thought of you
Every glance in the mirror
I always thought of you
Every night I slept alone
I always thought of you
With ever grunt and groan

I hope your wrists burn
Like mine did that night
I hope my words left a mark
Upon your soul during that fight
I hope you still love me
Because I love you too
I hope you hurt as much as me
As I say the words"we're through"

I wish you'd get out of my head
I'm so tired of my wrists leaking red
I wish I could just forget this mess
It makes my will to live less
I wish your heart breaks like mine
This time you have just crossed the line...

Another poem that doesnt have anything to do with me. Sometimes I get these characters in my head and I feel the need to write about them...