Suicidal Tendencies.

Sliding down the floor, No help in sight,

She removes the razor blade from underneath her secret spot.

Place the cool blade against her warm skin,

Watch a chemical reaction occur, like long lost lovers desperate to reunite again.

Blood flows, candle wax a memory,

A sigh of relief, so good to be free.

Too many lines cross her ragged wrists,

She paints us a picture, A picture with a twist.

My body is a canvas, my art a masterpiece,

Unique zig-zag lines, carved from the loved she felt.

Down the street she walked and waits for the light to turn red...

No one could save her, a wasted fight;

Temptation to sweet, she would die tonight.

He came to late to save her, she was to far gone.

Her eyes already in an unresponsive zone.

Her breathing decreasing, she whispers ' I Love You',

And with that she is gone.

He won't leave her side, not til help arrives,

As they try unsuccessfully to have her revived.

Every year he visits her grave,

On the day the love of his life took her own life away...