Hazel-Eyed Heart-Breaker

I fear for his heart,
That I might break it.
I fear for his heart,
That the sorrow will take it.
That the sorrow will take it,
And not give it back.
That it will make his skin paler;
Make his body go slack.

He counted every, “I think I love you”,
And for each of those,
Closer to his skin the razor blade grew.
It cut deep and long,
All over his arms,
Scarring white skin;
One of his charms.

His hair was once blonde;
Bright as the sun.
Now it’s pitch black.
What have I done?

I’ve broken his heart,
Just as I feared.
Because I did that,
My life’s end now draws near.

I can’t look at the pain I’ve caused;
Seeing the tears that I’ve made fall.
I can’t stand seeing him every day,
Knowing I put him through it all.

I’ve found you again,
After years restrained,
From using you, old friend;
My dear Razorblade.
I confide in you now.
Please ease my pain.
After this, I hope to not use you;
Not ever again.

Once deep,
Across the street,
That’s all I need,
To make me weep.

I’m leaving you now,
Now I’ll make myself die.
I’m done hurting you.
You’ll never see me again.
Good-bye.

Author's Note:
If you know me, see if you can guess who this is about. Comments are cool too!