I'm sorry

Another fight and I know you're pissed
but the scars that run across my wrist
show a story of heartbreak and lies
no one can hear my desperate cries
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
I see you sometimes in the halls
I need to stop the crimson flow
I hide my pain and the fake smile I show
they fall for the lies so easily
they don't know it killing me
I want him to know that I would take it back
but I cant so my bags I pack
I pack a rope a gun and knife
do I hang shoot or slice
either way it will be done
I hope things are better when I'm gone.