I'm Doing Alright.

"Kelli, please.
Drop the knife--"
Or drop the phone..
Try and end your life.

Don't think about how it burns,
or the way I'll have to bleed, too.
Because sugar, it's only fair.
You do it to me, I do it to you.

I've got letters carved in my skin,
letters matching yours.
I kept all the notes you wrote me,
memorized every word.

Now your wrists scream the stories of sleepless nights,
but I swear I never meant a word.
Not one single fight.