Hello there,
my scalpel.
Cutting through my skin so deep.
The painless gashing,
as blood leaps,
from the severed tendon.
I hold my breath,
and await my bloodied death.
I do know this,
There is no God.
Once my lifes' time has ended,
I wonder through a black abyss.
This lack of love I carry,
it pains me so.
To watch you live your life,
running with the flow.
I sit down,
in my corner.
Envying every girl that hugs you,
touches you.
For, I love you more than anything.
Nobody could tell or see the love for you.
I dragged the blade acrossed my wrist.
My last breath,
in a whisper, "I love...you...,".
