As I lay down to sleep, I think of the slit vein I am so needing, the dark blood, the pain I hold. Just one cut, just one blade, the many tears streaming down my aching, bruising face. I can hear the very words that you always would say to me, play over and over again in my head. I had you to cry out to, but you ruined that by lying to me and now we are no longer togther. Nothing but total silence now, the dark, heavy air that I feel I'm breatheing. Slit your wrist you piece of shit, do it because you're worth nothing anymore to anyone. I've screamed out, which is the only way I can defend my own self anymore, from this cruel world that I will continue to live in. I feel Oh, so very weak, I fall asleep after six hours of dreamig about our good times together and I wake up in a puddle of blood wishing I would've never done that!!