A Hard Thing Indeed

I write this with the blade
Slits across my wrist
Blood fresh and scar fade
Tears swollen eyes to mist

You say you cried tears
Like my eyes couldn't see
While I cried out my fears
You run and flee

My voice was never lost
You only chose not to hear
But to have me will cost
Now baby not one more tear

Forgiveness is found
And now a harder choice to face
Our heartbeat one sound
Can we keep at this pace?