I grab my tool,
And close the door.
I slit a cut,
My legs go sore.
I made a mistake,
More before.
But this time,
I do not adore.
It was a cry,
Oh so sad.
But this very day,
Was very bad.
I shouldnt have done this,
I fill with grief.
But this mistake,
Is all make belief.
It happened,
I will admit.
I didnt want to,
Just a fit
But as the sharp goes across,
And I close the door.
This is all when,
My legs go sore.
