What you've done to me.

I go into my room,
and close the door.
I pull it out,
and sit down on the floor.

I hold out my arm,
and quickly cut twice.
Hoping that it will suffice.

I sit and stare.
Watch the blood flow down my wrists.
But then it hits.
And I only cry harder.

This is what you've done to me.
Though I know you're not ashamed.
I know that you wont ever see
the things you've done.

So go and live your life.
While I wallow in my misery.