Emo love poem

A loud sharp cry, she’s gone to far,
I run to help her, but it’s to late,
My worst fears, all confirmed,
By her lifeless body lying on the floor.

There’s not a breath in her lungs,
Not another beat from her heart,
Her face is even paler than usual,
Her fingers are cold as ice.

She’s lying in a pool of blood,
Still pouring from her arms,
The knife is plunged right through her wrist,
With her hand still clasped tight.

I’d warned so many times,
She’d told me she had no reason to stop,
I never dared tell her that I,
Would die myself if she left.