Death of one story of many
The razor
It slices
Through your
Veins
Muscles
And tendons
Cuts all around
Are subtle reminders
Of how much
You really hate
Yourself
All along
Your arm
The blood is
Dripping down
And there is silence
As it hits the floor
The tears joined
With mascara
Start to run
As you write
Your last farewells
And a
This was the only way
For me to stop
Being in pain
And to stop
Hurting everyone
Around me I love
Your body crumples
To the floor
Your last tear falls
The lone streak of blood
Still drips
Your consciousness fades
And you whisper
I'm sorry
Then
It's all black
It slices
Through your
Veins
Muscles
And tendons
Cuts all around
Are subtle reminders
Of how much
You really hate
Yourself
All along
Your arm
The blood is
Dripping down
And there is silence
As it hits the floor
The tears joined
With mascara
Start to run
As you write
Your last farewells
And a
This was the only way
For me to stop
Being in pain
And to stop
Hurting everyone
Around me I love
Your body crumples
To the floor
Your last tear falls
The lone streak of blood
Still drips
Your consciousness fades
And you whisper
I'm sorry
Then
It's all black