3/16

How do I say this?
I'm not too sure but I'll try..
Sometimes you make me cry,
Others you make me want to try,
Try for a chance,
At a shred of romance,
When you made me cry,
It made me sick,
And I wondered "What a dick!"
How could you do this to me?
The one you said you loved!
You got me to cut,and cry.
Mostly cry because I wanted to die,
I had never felt that way before,
But because that was when you didn't screw whores,
That doesn't matter now though,
For now I am gone,
A blade to my wrist,
One wrong twitch,
Now I just gotta say..
"Peace out,Bitch."