Poezja

Congratulations you got your wish,
Congratulations i turned into this.

I gave up my knife just for you,
But now that is no longer true.

I promised you that never again would i do this,
But I take that back as I drag the knife across my wrist.

I put out my wrist and let the blood flow down,
Killing myself softly and without a tear.

I do not shed a single tear,
As i live out my friends biggest fear.

In the morning you'll find me dead,
Because of everything you said.