Last Night

Arms in bloody ribbons
Voices in my head
wheres my knife?!
Fuck im already dead
I tried to save her
but failed again
i write out my pain
with a bloody pen
She blames me for her problems
and issues too
then again
its nothing new.
I need to learn what love is?
You need to learn to keep opinions to yourself
just sit there and be quiet
just a forgotten book on a shelf.
I still slice and slice
and try to forget
last night