Deepest Wound Yet

As I take this razorblade to my wrist

I think, "Why don't you love me?"

I shed a few tears

Before I start cutting into my pale skin

I see crimson

Running down my arm

I shiver runs down my fragile spine

The memory of fist

Coming toward me

Yes, that memeory comes back

Then, comes the one

Of you

Telling me, you don't love me

I look out the window

At the pouring rain

It seems like the whole world,

Is trying to bring me down

I gaze down at my wrist

I cut deeper than I ever have

I relize that isn't the deepest wound

The deepest wound...

Is in my heart

All thanks to you....