Love is meant to be happy and fun,
I beg to differ…
It’s like a splinter in your hand
It digs deeper until you can’t bare it anymore,
I’m speaking from my own experience,
I’m sitting in the dark
Alone and forgotten
I picked up a razor and started carving words into my arms
BLACK SOUL I wrote
Just like my soul
It’s dead and torn and apart…
The blood started to drip, drip, drip
Down my arms and onto the cold hard floor
All this for you
Ill cut out the piece of my heart that still loves you
It’s the only part still intact
You shattered the rest with those last 5 words
I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE…
It was at that moment when I new you had cut me open and left me to die
No one will ever understand the pain and agony I feel
Each day those last words cut deeper and deeper into my already black and
dieing soul
I’m withering away slowly
Until soon there shall be nothing left but my broken heart
I want to end my life soon
But before I do im going to write I letter to you…
That letter holds in it my tears…my pain…my scars…and my blood…
I now start to cut deeper into my arms
My veins have at last ruptured like my heart
The blood is pouring out all over me but I don’t care
The clock is slowly ticking away
TIC…TOC…TIC…TOC…
My body is lying here lifeless
I have shed my last black and red tears
Next to my body there is the letter for you
You’re standing next to me now reading it
This letter will rest on your conscience forever
It will cut you up and tear you apart
Like you did to me
And no my soul is lingering around you
And it is then when I learn
That this wasn’t really a suicide
As I didn’t kill myself
It was a murder
Done by you and your stabbing words….

 
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