Death of me

I sit here on my bed waiting for you to call.

I wonder why you had to leave.

I sit here on my bed wishing you were here.

But your long dead

I will always want you back, no matter to that.

I sit on my bed wanting to be dead, to take me away.

I looke and a see a shimmer out of the corner of my eye.

Its a blade...so perfect...so right.

I take it in my hand and hold it tight....

Here I go I say...as I hold the knife to my wrist....

This is for you, for all the pain and despair...

All I wanted was you...but you left me here to dispair...

And I want you to know...as you read this last letter.....that....you were the....

Death of me...