Prayng for change

A poem of anger and remorse.

Slice for a slice,
Cut for a cut,
Keep it up
Until the the day it spills my guts.
Blood on the floor
And eyes seeing red.
Hoping the day soon comes
where this pain leaves me dead.
For you I've done all my heart could allow
But now the times it will beat is running out.

Does it make you happy
To see me cry,
Make blood run nonstop
No matter how hard i try?
It will not slow
For its not just the scars,
But this time i promise
I will make it stop!

Hope your life was fun,
As was mine but now....
Now it seems there is no more time
For me to be what you need.
Now I shall part and
Hope my soul is saved.
I wish to see you in another life,
Praying that you can fucking change!