I once met the the love of my life

I thought that all he would to is tell me lies

but all we both wanted was to die by a sigth

Both of us are just like flies

We live a short life

A life that has a knife

and that knife, makes us feel alive

we feel alive when we drag it across our wrist

and when we do, all we feel is bliss

then, we remember when we first kissed

but, that was something i will always miss

so I look at my list

and looked at the very bottom

all it read was "end it all"

after a good hour or so, i started to fall

and soon enough i remembered while i stared to crawl

i started to remember the one happy call

to my best friend

and when i let them lend

my razor blade

and soon enough, things started to fade

then...their box was in the rain

while people were crying in pain

as i start to remember the blood going down the drain

but i tried to refrain

from using my brain

It was obvious that i was going insane

As I cut into a vein

all my pain was released

This is a poem ive been working on....I hope you enjoy...