Sick Little Suicide Of Mine Poem by Anna Hirschler

I sit in my room looking at my one and only friend.
My little razor I haven’t used since you came into my life.
But one day you decided that I wasn’t worth anything to you.
And now all I have left is this pain you left in my heart.
My little friend stayed with me through it.
And now this friend will end it all tonight.
You made me promise to never hurt myself.
But that promise will now be broken.
As I take this razor and run it across my wrists.
I carve your name into my wrist.
Then run a sweet smooth line across it.
As my blood runs down my wrists.
I think of what you did.
I know this isn’t the right thing to do.
But I cant take this pain anymore.
You said you loved me.
Then took my virginity one night.
I wish I would have thought before I did what I did.
Because you took the one thing I will never have back.
As I slip away I smile as I think of those three words you said.
The music fades and I know im dying.
And now im gone not here for anyone to deal with.
And not for anyone to give me the pain again that you did.