November 11, 2007
The razor blade is coming closer,
Sharp metal against my skin.
You have the life that I was meant to,
You’re living in my sin.
The metal now is pressing in,
Blood flowing down my arm.
Your eyes are closing as you sleep,
Mine are in alarm.
The drops of pain are gathering now,
A small puddle on the floor.
You have the love that I was meant to,
And I can't take it anymore.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback