I Did It For Love

by ~*eyes of love*~   Dec 29, 2005


I'm in a dark small room that i fill with tears every night. and in this dark small room all the pain i would try to fight.

My heart was tore from my chest and stomped on so much, and now its so crushed that a little more breaks with every touch.

I'm in a dark small room with a blade in my hand, it's resting on my wrist just waiting for the command.

My mind tells my hand to press it into my wrist, and when i do my body and my brain start to twist.

Then all at once I'm struck with relief, and now i don't feel anymore grief.

I sat in that dark small room all night, thinking that i would be OK and that i would no longer have to fight. Then my cell phone rang but i didn't answer, and when i listened to the message it said that my one true love had died from Cancer.

And then i just lost it and broke down in tears, i picked up that blade and didn't listen to my fears.

My parents then found me dead on the floor, with a letter at my side that was labeled "who i did this for".

They picked up the letter and looked inside, they took out the piece of paper and as the read it they cried.

I am no longer here today because my heart was broken, on that one dark day when the truth was finally spoken. The love of my life left me for that girl, and i spent hours in this room with my mind in a swirl. i then got a phone call that said that my baby had died, and i sat here for hours thinking as i cried. Then i figured out that i had to be with my love, and so i killed myself in hope that we would meet up with each other above. But i Want you to understand that i didn't have a choice, my heart was broken and this was the only way to speak my voice. I love you my family and i wish that i didn't have to leave, and I'm just really sorry that this had to happen on the night of Christmas eve.

her parents then sat in that dark room too, but the next day they were still alive because their lives were not yet through.

They understood that their daughter had to leave, but they no longer celebrate Christmas because of that one sad, dark Christmas eve.

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