The dog bit me the other day
Seven stitches to my right hand
Now I can�t write you my letter
To tell you that I�ve gone
I realized as I watched my own blood
Mix with the dirt and spit
That you and me are s different as them
When together all we make is a mess
I can�t see straight, let alone think
I can�t get past �I have to tell you this�
The words are hard for me to think of
But harder for me to write
All I want to do is cry
Leave this world�trust me I�ve tried
I�ll never do that again
A promise I�ve broken to myself time again
I can�t force myself to leave
And you don�t beg me to stay
As my life dwindles by
I pick at my stitches till I bleed again