I've thought of it;
cutting.
The troubles,
are too great for me.
The questionns leave me in tears.
They make me see,
that I'm not over you.
Cutting is an answer,
but the only thing stopping me,
is that you'd never come back.
It's the one thing that would make you leave,
for good, and never look back.
Hope is what keeps me going.
I hope one day that you'll want me again.
