If you knew how much I love you, If you knew how much I care, If you knew how much you hurt me,
Maybe it would be ok.
If you knew how many tears I shed, how many nights I couldn't sleep, the people I upset, because you upset me.
Maybe if you knew these things, maybe it would be ok.
But since you don't know these things, these things that happened only because you hurt me
I slowly draw the cold, silver blade across my pale wrist.
The pain takes away the pain, the pain that you caused.
The blood trickles down my wrist, down my hand, and slithers from the tips of my fingers, to the white tiled floor.
I close my eyes as I feel my life trickle out of the slash on my wrist.
The tears that have fallen so many times, fall once again.
Maybe if you knew what you did to me, maybe it would be ok.
