We played Tic Tac Toe
On my wrist.
I was the O you were the X
Two very different things
Clashing for a win.
The game ended and life
Went on for you.
But that blade dug too deep
And the pain was delightful.
I didn't stop the bleeding
Not wanting to live. You
Came back the next
Day to play Tic Tac Toe,
But my blood was all
Gone, no will to live,
I was dead and alone.
You took the blade and
Played the same game,
But it wasn't the same.
There was only an X
Because the O was gone.
You took that same blade
And played with your life
Instead of mine.
