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So what if I love her?
Who cares?
You say it’s wrong
It’s a girl
She’s a girl
I know you are right
I know it can never be
So I go home
Bleed out the pain
The touch of the cold razor
It burns my skin
I see the crimson tides
Seeping from the wounds
Satisfaction is what I seek
Satisfaction is what I get
“How could you?” you say
“How could you do something
so horrible to yourself?
Don’t do it again!”
Such a reaction from one cut
The 100’s of others would kill you
Ok just let me slit my wrists one more time
Foolish you
You agree
Fine you say
This will truly be the last
The last time I bleed
The last time I breathe
I take the razor
My hands trembling
I slice to the bone
The blood effortlessly
flows out
Tears flood my eyes
Not because I am going to die, that was my decision
But because I’ll never see her again
Her smile lights up the room
The way she laughs
It brings butterflies to my stomach
But the way she looks at him
Brings death to my eyes
As the last of the blood leaves me
A smile creeps onto my face
At last I am happy
You say “Oh my, what have
I allowed?”
To you I become another psychotic statistic
A “loss” as you go on with you life
You will never know the truth
The pain I felt
But I am gone now
And the pain is no more