I'm standing on my own now,
Everyone has gone now,
All those smiling faces,
Only reminding me of the black void deep inside.
My knife lies distant and abandoned,
The sharp, silver pain can't cut the misery out anymore,
Maybe if I'd said something I wouldn't be like this,
It doesn't matter now,
It ends here tonight.
You saw me looking distant today,
You commented on it,
You never actually cared,
Your mind was somewhere else.
I wander through the kitchen,
Shattered mirror images of my tear stained face reflected off the walls,
Their sharp blades smiling at the hopes of being chosen.
I have decided my fate,
Lying on our bed,
My eyes fixed on my wrists.
I only regret that I won't hear you scream,
I'll never experience the joy of watching you break down,
Doesn't really matter,
I trust that you'll not be feeling much worse than I do right now.
When you find me I hope my blood is still wet,
That my body is still warm,
I promise that I swallowed nearly everything I bit off,
Much less for you to clean,
Sorry I couldn't think of a way to stop the blood soaking into the sheets,
It's difficult when you bite through your veins to control the blood.
I want you to know that I always loved you,
I'm just disappointed you can't say the same.
