Paper-cuts and Broken Hearts

An attempt to erase, every memory that bears your name, but every thought you invade, what was there has become dust, yet I pray for its resurrection, when I should just accept and come to terms with its demise, an attempt to hate you, for my deepest scar, cause what we had are now just fragments, my blood flowed from your hands, heartless, soulless, you could not care less, you drove these splinters deeper, why won't I let you die, your razors, my wrists, my tears, your kiss, and here I lie cold and pale, nothing you can say will be enough to cure these paper-cuts and broken hearts, these words replace my tears, each letter a pound of hatred, but they quickly fade away, as I glance in your direction, I'll choke on them once you're gone