Broken

The blade cuts your skin
And you gasp
As the blood slips
Through the newly formed gash
You never thought
That you would cut your wrist
You take the blade
And again slash it into your skin
As the thoughts of his words
Make you relive each moment that had one once been
Each little memory
Breaks your heart even more
So you take the knife to your arms
Like you have nothing left to live for.

~*Amber*~
(I don't think that this is one of my best poems.....It doesn't seem finished...)