Poem 2

My wrists r red
Because they've bled
I'm Dead 2 me
But not 2 u
I'm always depressed
I cant even get dressed

I slit my wrists just 4 fun
And i wait 4 my time 2 b done
So i can leave this
Disgusting place
At a extremely quick pace

Ill let u kiss my blood
You'll let me fall with a thud
Oops my time's up
Don't even think of wishing me good luck