The Last Time

by broken   Jan 28, 2012


The cool feeling of the metal touching my skin,
The swift move, The sharp pain that followed.
Seeing the crimson flood run down my arm, Smelling the vague stinch of freedom.
You've broken my heart for the last time, You've weakened my soul one to many times.
The last few seconds of my life you come rushing in.
Holding me in your arms with tears pouring from your eyes.
I look up through clouded eyes and whisper, ' I love you and im sorry im not strong enough for you.'
Then I slowly fade away..

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