Hearts are ripping
Ears are bleeding...

I love the way you look at me
i love the way you smile...

My heart is hurting
My wrists are bleeding...

Mom, guess what?
Im eighteen today...

Things I wont tell you
I wont tell you I love you...

There is no point to this poem because if your my...
it will talk about the good times and the bad...

If I had a dieing wish
Id wish for you to be shielded from this...

Shiny shiny razor blade
How I wonder why this is...

The itsy bitsy razor blade
Slices my wrist again...

I loved you whole heartedly
never let you down...

I've held on long enough
my arms are hurting...

One day at a time
Work to build yourself...