Out With the Old

I left the old me behind.
I know many people do not get it,
but I killed her.
I poisoned her blood stream with medication.
I watched her slowly fade out of this world.

She begged, but she had to die.
She had nowhere else to go, but the trapped room
she kept it locked
and I was the only one to hear her cries, her sadness
her hopes were drained out by the razor kept bedside.
I had to help out the only person that knew my hurt
shared my love.
So at night, she died.