Three Cuts To Die

It only takes one cut to end,
For me it took three.
The first cut wasn't deep and was easy to mend.
It happened long ago when faith left me.

I delt with it.
I live with it.
It's still not here.

The second cut left a scar,
When I lost hope in living.
The fault was my own, I left that marr.
To continue, I turned to feingeing.

I hide it away,
Each and every day.
Along with my fear.

The last cut, the third, was the worst.
She left me and she's not sorry.
This cut hit the heart and caued it to burst.
Well that's the story.

It's all been said,
So say good bye,
cause now I'm dead.
Three cuts to die.