Cut Me

Her eyes were painted black,
And lips drawn in red.
She slit her wrists,
As she laid alone in bed.
She had eyes of the lightest blue,
And skin of the palest white.
Her hands were shaking, cold and wet,
She laid there all through the night.
All she could do was cry,
Thinking of what she did.
Her cheeks were flushed in pink.
She was nothing more to me than a kid.
The kid who didn’t want me.
The kid who said goodbye.
She said goodbye one too many times.
I’m always going to love her,
No matter what she says.
I know she wants me too,
She wants me in her bed,
To lay with her until we die,
Lost with love and suicide.
She meant the world to me,
But now it’s all faded.
Just left me alone there,
Now I’m lonely and jaded.