Feeling the same way as you did when you first met me.
Your long brown hair blowing in the wind your hand softly caressing me.
I loved the way you made me feel.
I was oblivious to the fact that there were other feelings that you concealed.
You rang that night seeking my help which i promised i would give to thee no matter what time it was the fact was that you needed me.
Desperation calls, the depression taking over, vision blurring, body and mind numbing.
If only . . . is something that i hate to even think, the words are so vile intoxicating with regret.
You cursed out loud when you heard my answering machine repeat in your head 'Sorry I'm not able to answer . . . sorry I'm not able to answer . . .
As the everlasting sorry chimed the clang of the chair as it hit the ground echoed in the room like surround sound.
The rope so coarse strangled you from you very last breath
The razor left behind your one savior that had relieved you of so much tormenting pain.
I just wish our love could have been so strong that you would have held on . . . but thoughts like this always lead to regrets the one thing you always told me to forget.
But as i marched on that cold black and mournful day the only thoughts that filled my mind were ones of self harm so that i might understand and finally be with you some day.
When i got home my tears of water turned to ones of crimson which poured from me each and every day for rest of my time without you.
My expression of life is now written on my thighs for every one to see.
My sweet joy now bitter sorrow but i have no one to ring so there will be no regrets.
Finally i will be able to be with thee no longer is there anything left to stop me.
