I pray to God,
That on day she will stop...

Why did I do it?
I held the blade, inched it forward just a bit...

Her wavering smile,
A mother's pursed lips...

I wander, searching for that one spark,
I search through the light, scour through the...

A girl, at the prime of life,
Her name spells beauty...

One time,
Last time...

I clutch my head,
Gasping at the pain...

She walks in the blackest of nights,
Blossoms falling around her...

Why do we always do this?
We joke, we play...

Her heart is pounding as she walks,
She tells him she loves him...

A drop of sweat,
Running down my face...

I stood silent,
As she walked out of the door...