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by phantasticstarkid May 21, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Her words she spoke softly As she said goodbye She said she was sorry And that it was time. She then turned and left him Confused as to what was going on After a while he decided to follow her But he waited a little too long. For as soon as she got home Her knife she did get She heard her door open As she made her last slit. She saw him and tried to speak But out came no sound She began to feel dizzy And her breathing slowed down. Then with her last breath These words she did speak, "I'm sorry I couldn't take it I'm sorry I was so weak." He couldn't believe this was happening Then he saw it by her side The thing that had killed her Shiny and sharp, it was the knife. He picked it up knowing Exactly what he would do If he couldn't be with her in life Then death would have to do. He looked down at her And slit both his wrists He then fell to the floor And died beside his Juliet.