Blade

Here I lie, on the floor, blood dripping from my wrist like my tears....I cry.... in silence...Agonizing pain in my heart more than my wrist...I lie there in silence....looking at the blood that flows from my wrist.... I stare at the blade that I used to cut myself....Is this real? Did you really break my heart? Did I really love you? Is blood really flowing from my wrist? Are tears really coming from my eyes? I can't believe I loved you....