Wristcutters.

when i think of a wristcutter,
i think of you
and all the lies you told me;
I think of all the times you said
you loved me
and i believed you.
Then you say
I'm not enough
that i'm not a big girl yet,
she is.
Oh yeah?
well, I loved you first.
I will scream it to you
if i have to
maybe even cry on the little notes
you gave me.
No,
I'm not that pathetic although,
i sure do feel like it.
I loved you first
I will scream it to you
if i have to.
I hope that someday,
that will mean something
to you.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is not a cliche emo cutting poem.