Regret on dying...

I stare at my murderer,
She looks so sad,
She got what she wanted,
I thought she'd be glad.

I try to smile at her,
Tell her it's all OK
this won't be my final day,

She doesn't believe it,
Neither do I,
In this world it's just another,
Unbelievable lie.

She looks at the blood,
The eye catching red,
She stares at the grubby floor,
My grubby death bed.

She cries a teardrop,
It hits the floor,
Then it comes again,
She cries some more.

She runs her fingers,
Over my cut,
The blood leaps out again,
The wound wont shut.

Again she winces,
Again she cries,
She did this for me,
To get me away from the lies,

But she regrets it,
She wants to live,
But how can she live,
After what she just did.

I've had enough,
I walk away from the mirror,
And leave this world,
After the blood's final shimmer.

I walk around,
The world just moves on,
The clouds over lap,
The desperate sun.

Like death overlaps me,
Now I want to roam,
Be alive,
Go back to my home.

Tell my family,
I'm back for good,
I should of left the knife,
And walked away.... I should.

But once I got what I wanted,
I didn't want it anymore,
Like one of those toys,
That become a bore.

It's been an hour,
I already miss me,
But now I have no choice,
Forgotten I'll soon be...

©Elle

*...I dunno...*