Sliced to Shreads

Cut here my arm reads.
Careful not to cut sideways,
but vertical.
As the Crimson liquid seeps from below,
all I can think of is you.
You and how you left me.
How I feel I will never see you again,
when in reality you live a few blocks down.

They tell me I can't do this anymore.
They tell me I am slowly killing myself.
There has to be another way out.
But all I can think of is you.

Your brown eyes, and soft hands.
Why am I slowly killing myself for you?
They say if I don't stop I will die,
just like he did.

I have stopped now,
but you can still see the painful scars.
You can see where I still hurt,
but don't ask to see.
I will show you in time.