The First Cut

I get too attached. I need you to live.

I take you for granted. I put you down.

You leave. I cry.

The first cut hurts worse than any other in the world

Especially when it's your fault

The tears roll as you're just sitting there asking yourself,

"how could I be so stupid?"

I'm handing you my heart. I know you won't take it.

It's yours anyway. So keep it.

Hey, while you're at it: kill me please.