The first day....

The first day of every month,
It’s like a knife in my heart,
Ripping and cutting deeper and deeper,
Its like a lump in my throat that wont go down,
A cut on my wrist that wont stop bleeding,
A life was taken too soon,
Taken away, hanged and choked
Is how he died,
A loving, caring, special man
Took his life on a lonely night,
He took a step into the light.
Tears fall uncontrollably,
Thinking of him now,
I take this warm blade,
And pull it slowly over my wrist,
This pain I need to remind me of his.

*Miss you PA... love you...*