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TWO LESSONS NEVER TREAT ANY ONE LIKE A TOOL THAT YOU JUST WANT TO USE OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND YOU SHOULD WATCH WHAT YOU SAY BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST THAT UNSTABLE........like me

You were the person I liked the most
I thought you were the kind of person I needed, u were my dose
Of happiness and joy I was sure
You had a kind heart and were willing to give me something pure
And show me that there were nice people in the world
I never thought you would hurl
My love for you away
Like some kind of pathetic game
That you had won leaving the other person in the dust
You were something I had once lusted for
Were you aware of what u had just done?
Or was it all just for fun
So as I sat on the bus ride home I knew just what to do
If I couldn’t have you
Why would I even bother to wake up every day?
And not just lay
There in my bed
I was sure I would be better off dead
To you I was nothing
To me you were something
Something I wanted so much
But something I could never touch.
So as I sat there on my bed
Knowing I would be better of dead
I got in and laid
Down knowing that’s where I would stay
For the rest of my life
Soon to be ended by a knife
I took the razor and dug it in
As the blood ran down me and into my white sheets I realized my sin
I was taking my own life just because of the words you had once said
All because of them I was on my way to being dead
As the phone rang I picked it up
And all I could here was you say sup
I stayed calm even though by now I was in pain
I asked you why you had called and you wanted help on your main
Project that was due this up coming Monday
I told you I was to busy and to ask me another day
By now I was in a pool
Of my own blood, was I just some tool?
That you could use over and over again till I was dead
You asked me if u could come over this week as I went to speak
I realized nothing was coming out of my mouth, I was too weak
To say anything, I never notice just how deep
I had made the cut, now laying there in a bloody heap.
By now you were getting scared that there was no answer only sobs
You hung up the phone and started to jog
Down the street to my house
As you came in you were quite like a mouse,
You crept to my room, up the 13 stairs
As u walked into my room and saw the tear
In my wrist you stared to cry
As you ran up to my bed telling me you didn’t want me to die
But it was to late now for my bed
Was now drenched in my blood, I was dead
You sat there wit my head in your lap you had
No clue your words could make me this sad