My Bandage

As the soft petals litter the floor
the tape weakens as it hold my note to the door
my blood spilling, just like before
i killed myself, nothing more

youd pick me up, and help me out
then tell me to smile, not to pout
youd seen the tears filled with doubt
and asked me what it was all about

wet kisses on my cheek
nothing left i could ever need
so greatful i couldnt speak
still only a matter of time before my veins would leak