Droplets of blood reach my lips
I stick out the tip of my tongue
to taste my sorrow for myself
ruby tears spill from my eyes
as I mourn my broken organ
how are he tell me I'm the one
only to regret speaking such gentleness
once his lips retired from kissing mine
my soul is now lost and my body is cold
I twiddle with the knife in my hand
scraping it against my palm carefully
I would just end my life right here
right now
but he's not worth losing my life over
I wish I could suck up my bloody tears
that flows so perfectly down my face
I hope he's happy, with what he's done
I sure hope he's proud of himself
for the deep red waterfall that drains my
energy
is not only for sadness
it's for my rage
