Near by the door,
She paused to stand.
Turning around to face him,
She looked him in the eye one last time,
And softly whispered her goodbye.
She longed for his love, his warm touch.
She wanted him to see the pain she was in.
She walked into the bathroom,
And picked her razor up so gently.
Holding it against her wrist,
Cutting through the skin.
The pain seeps through,
A long red line of blood.
Drops of blood that spill like tears.
“The love will bleed away” she thought.
Ripping at her wrist again,
She started to get dizzy.
Slipping slowly to the ground,
She knew it had to end.
So with shaking hands, she picked the razor up once more,
Tearing apart the last of the skin.
The blood, the sorrow dripped away
She lay on the ground,
Soaked with blood,
She knew he would forget her,
She knew she had been dying for his love,
She knew he’d never miss her.
“I love him” was her last thought,
As she calmly closed her eyes.

 
Copyright © darkenedangel, All Rights Reserved