I wrote this for him, after he broke my heart and apologized too late.
Lying on the bathroom floor,
Barely breathing,
Feeling the cold tiles kiss me from below

Lifting the razor
Bloody and red,
To continue its dance upon my soul.

Out of reach
Out of time
Seeing the locked door rattle

Screams from the other side
Panic sets in
I bring the razor to my throat

Feeling the soft skin
Slice easily under my grip
My world drifting away

The last thing I see
Your face
Crying as you reach for me

The last thing I hear
Your voice
Calling my name

The last thing I feel
Your touch
Pulling me from the floor

As my breath slows
And my hearts beating stops

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Published: 5/25/2010
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