Relief.

The one way, to relieve the pain you had caused me.
I watch as the blood runs down.
It feels so wrong, yet it relieves the pain you gave me.
Everything just disappears as I cut deeper.
Deeper and deeper into the wound.
The blood seeping down into my hands.
Getting darker with each drop.

You promised me you wouldn’t leave me.
You promised me you wouldn’t hurt me.
You promised me the world.

And all I get is we were never meant to be.
Well now you get my answer.

You were right, we weren’t.
Because I do deserve better, better then you will ever be.

Better then the man who I once loved.