I couldn't think of a title..

Raised in the south
but northern blood in my veins
I watch it seep from my scars
but I feel no pain

I slice white traces
caused by different faces
but only one in m mind now
her beauty makes me bow down

but her love brings me to my feet
and she brings my lips to hers
and I forget where I stand
and I forget about my scars

she grabs my hand for comfort
but he pulls her away
I am tired of the cheating
but I know she is my fate

I need her
so I can breathe
he takes her away
I am down on my knees

I choke
I cry
I cut
I lie
I'm
Okay
my scars
don't fade

because scars
can't heal
when sliced
again
with my sharpened
steel

I tie a noose
but it stays unused
I make up lies
and I lay and cry

-(this part doesn't rhyme)

but in all honesty
I'm to afraid
but not of death
I'm afraid she might actually miss me
I know she wont..
But what if she does?
I can't stand to see her cry

I know it sounds stupid
and none of this rhymes
I just can't stand the thought
of the tears in her eyes
would they be for my?
or out of pity?

or out of lack
of love
from that dumb ass she calls a boyfriend
fuck him
fuck you
fuck everything
except for her..