Razor blade

The blood slowly dripping from his fingers.As he lets the razor fall.He dose not blame anyone.But every one knows it was her fault.He looks at her picture.Trying to hold it still,but he can't.The feeling of weakness overwhelming him.As he whispers her name.He has thought of this a hundred times,but has never been so close to death.All alone is how he wanted to go, and that is how he went.Unknown to him is the lives he will leave torn in two.
In the morning they find him.Cold as can be and very sill.In his eyes all life is gone.Beside him is a note explaining why he had to die so that he can live. As they lied him in the ground they cried.But as she dropped her rose she heard a whisper telling to love and never be sad.But she found the same comfort in the razor blade as she went to join her love that night.