Unclear

What does he want?

I can't even tell

His messages are not clear

There not truthful

I cannot take one more second

I cannot live in this despair

This tragic agony my life has become

I know what I'll do

I'll test his love

The razor blade in my drawer is calling me

I go to it swftly

Three perfect lines on my white,smooth wrist

One cut too deep

Thats all it took

The blood flows free

My vision is getting hazey

My thoughts are becoming unclear

And I am slipping in and out of conciousness

I sink to the floor and lay in a puddle of my own blood

This is as low as it gets

If he wants me, he better come get me

Before its too late

and he has no choice but to forget me