Suicidal Love

by Joy Coleman   Feb 27, 2005


Sitting in a dark room
Rivers coming from my eyes
Razor has become my best friend
Blood drops on the floor
The room is spinning
Your face is replaying in my head
The room is getting darker now
The only sound is me whispering "Good-bye"
Oh man, what have I just done?
Look at what love does to you.
I fall over. Silent. Breathless.
For today I died.
Died for the guy I loved but he never loved me.

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