Facing The Truth

(More like a story in poem form you could say, but it's the first time I've written something that doesn't rhyme! please comment and let me know what you think! thanks)

Sitting at home today, solitary and quiet
Staring out the kitchen window
He wonders where things went wrong

Walking out into the bright sunlight
Complaining it hurt her eyes
Only because it's pure happiness did not match her mood

He sits by the phone
Waiting,
Hoping,
Listening for it's ring

She knows he wasn't at school
And tries not too think about it
Afraid someone will see she noticed, and cares

After hours of patience
He picks up a razor, maybe she wasn't worth it
but his heart still aches

Sitting quietly in her room
Pretending to concentrate hard
On her much too complicated Algebra homework
She is overcome with a sense of immense fear

He hears a frantic knock on the door
Rising slowly to answer it
he shoves the blade in a drawer

Breathing hard she waits
Hears the handle turn, and waits for the worst
The news of something terrible, but it is his face that appears before her

His expression went quickly from hopeless to hopeful
Then half heartedly confused
Not able to come up with the right words to say

A feeling of relief sweeps over her
Embracing him she sobs hard
Make-up smeared face staining his white shirt

After wrapping her up in his arms
The words quickly come
Asking in an alarmed tone what happened

After a minute or so she answered
Telling him she was afraid
That suddenly she was overwhelmed with a dreadful feeling
And that she had a strange image in her mind of him harming himself

Every muscle in his body froze
She did not know his secret, but she knew him all too well
Is this what she thought of him? So weak and low that he would...
The truth became clear

I can't go on like this..was all he thought
Asking her in and leading her to the living room
He tells her to wait

He goes into the kitchen, opens the drawer, takes the razor into his hand one last time
Before dropping it into the garbage can
Not because she came back to him, but because she made him see what he really was
And what he never again wants to be