WARNING: MENTIONS OF CUTTING. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED.

People say that you should quit while you're ahead,
But I was tired of sleeping alone in bed.
The last guy I dated was named Ted,
He loved the color red.
But then I found him dead,
With coke covering his head.
I wish I had quit while I was ahead,
Because now I'm lying alone in bed.
I really miss Ted,
So, I cut to show his favorite color red.
I cut too deep I hope I don't end up dead,
I did it without using my head.
Slipping in and out of consciousness I wish I had quit while I was ahead.

A/N: I don't cut... I honestly don't know where this came from. All my poems after this happened all the same day so I just went on a writing spree lol