When

When will I be able to sleep all through the night?
When will the desire fade to look into your eyes?
When will I be rid of you calloused heart of stone?
When will I be over this injustice you have shown?
When will I be able to think back on us and not cry?
When will I be able to go the day not wondering why?
When will I get you totally out of my mind?
When will the memories finally subside?
When will the pain finally go away?
When will I be free to live my life everyday?
When will I not hate you for what you've done to me?
When will the stain of blood be lifted from my sleeve?
When will thinking of you not lead me to cut?
When will I stop thinking that you truly are fucked?
I do not bleed for you,
But you added to the pain,
For when I'm low I think of how you simply tossed me away.
It's when I'm ready cut
I think of how I wasn't good enough.
And that may not have been your intention,
You simply couldn't cope,
But know that when you left you threw away every ounce of my hope.
The time was wrong,
The method was worse,
It simply wasn't right
For you to leave me stranded with no possible end in sight.
I hate you for what you've done to me,
I hate how yo lied,
When you said that you would help and forever be at my side.
You led me to believe that you truly cared if I lived or died.
 And for the first time in a long time I didn't want to commit suicide.
You gave me a reason to live,
When you said you understood,
Bit when you left it was me who simply wasn't heard.
You gave me no real reason when you said you'd had enough,
You took the cowardly way out and  turned my heart to stone and dust.
I never will forgive you for leaving me high and dry like that,
For trampling my spirits,
Stabbing my resolve,
And knocking my heart flat.
When I hear someone say that they really care
I now sit in wonder, and sometimes I may stare.
When I look in disbelief,
It's I who pay the price,
For when I fear of hurting them it drives me to slice.
When will I be rid of you?
When will I be free?
When will I not have this darkness trapped inside of me?
When will I stop cutting my arm?
When will I stop frying for you whilst I do the harm?
When will my tears turn clear from this crimson shade?
When will I stop reaching for my shiny little blade?
When will my heart heal?
When will I be whole?
When will I have it back, all those feelings that you stole?
 When will I stop living life day by dismal day?
Most of all,
When will I stop hating you this way?