The days and weeks I've wasted my life
can never be returned to use once more.
What made me believe I wanted the knife
made my mind and body bloody and sore.
Seeing the knife gleam in my falling tears
consoles, yet makes me feel dead inside.
Quelling, yet causing terrifying fears
as I discover every time he lied.
As I watch him live his pathetic world,
I seethe and remember all that was lost.
My detest will finally be unfurled,
and yet I promise him peace, fingers crossed.
His love and memory, I close the door,
yet lost, my 364.
