*scarz* an emo poem

scarz

The knife was out.
The wrists were red.
The cuts were open.
Her mind was dead.
The pain she was feeling
wasn't that razor,
wasn't that punch,
But it was YOU who had
a poisond mind to be EVIL.
To be wrong and never right.
To be cruel to her and break her heart,
And never saying sorry.
Fore those scars that she left there were just
memories of you,
What you did
And regrets of ever meeting you that one night.
The cuts from the razor,
The punch in the face were all your fault.
So I hope your happy.
She's out of your life.
FOR GOOD!