He Is No Longer Mine

She had been hurting so much.
What she really needed was that one favorite touch.
Just thinking of what was to happen made her heart pound.
The thoughts of him with her were about to be drowned.
Against her soft skin, the razorblade was so cold.
It felt good, but the best was yet to unfold.
As she pushed hard and dragged the blade along her wrist,
a trail of blood certainly did persist.
The thin line of blood was not so thin anymore.
It started to bubble up and drip to the floor.
The beautiful red crimson was so warm.
To anyone else, this would not be the norm.
But to me, this is how I deal.
Tell me now, how do you feel?
How do you feel, knowing you are the main reason I do this?
You know it hurts me and somehow it gives you bliss.
I'm sorry I hurt you and made mistakes.
Do you even realize how much my heart aches?
I want you back, I really do.
Oh my God, you have no clue.
I've tried to get you back, but you won't give me a second chance.
What I would do to have a second chance.
If only I could have that second chance.
But no, you've moved on so quick.
To my stomach, it makes me sick.
How can you choose one month over two years?
Can't you see I'm always in tears?
It's almost 4 a.m. and I have not slept.
Only thing I have done is wept.
Wept over thoughts of you and her.
These past four months have been such a blur.
Never did I imagine this would happen to us.
Makes me want to scream and cuss.
Wait, I have already done that.
So I'll go back to my wrists and fat.
I'll drown out the thoughts of you and her.
I'll pretend we never were.
My skin screams for the blade's kiss.
I usually always give in to this.
The terrible thoughts of "them" are slowly fading.
In a pool of blood, I am wading.
Save me from this pain.
Even though I am the one to blame.
This pain of not having you.
With my life, I know not what to do.
No longer can I go on.
Please don't make me.
I don't want to be here.
I want to be gone.