Broken and Dead

Arms bleeding, Children screaming
A woman cries after being hit by her husband
my wrists have a red liquid streaming from my open wounds
my blood surrounds me like a blanket
my room is dark and cold am i alive or dead?
I see his face, Damn, why is he always the first face that i want to see and the last voice i want to hear?
I deny the feelings that i have already lost and the ones i have gained
he wished that i would have stopped, but can't he see that i do this for him?
I feel two arms wrap around me
they are warm against my cold skin
I hear the person start to cry and repeat my name over and over again
they're saying that everything will be alright
I look up to see who it was...
my eyes grow wide as I see HIS tear-streaked face looking down at me
so with my last single breath i tell HIM that I Love Him!