I walk into a faded room.
it's dark and shadows all over the walls.
they told me to go get you.
i didn't know how much your room looked like.
i never go in there.
you always told me to go out.
or not even step close to it.
they told me to go wake you up.
it was time for dinner.
but you told me never come close.
but i did it anyway.
i opened up the door.
as slowly as i could for you wouldn't actually hear me.
i creped to your bed side.
i look all over your walls.
posters and posters of your favorite band.
of your love notes.
and the blood of hate smeared around the mirror.
thinking it was fake.
thinking it wasn't made tonight.
but when i go try to wake you up.
you don't wake up.
your drowned by your dream.
fallen into a deep sleep.
that's what i thought.
i pulled the covers off of you.
and i see your wrists cut.
deep and deep.
i see your bone sticking out.
you cut your wrists.
that was fresh blood on the mirror.
all i could do is cry.
i couldn't scream i had no strength.
i feel on the floor and wanted to leave.
i wanted to get out of that room.
but i just couldn't.
the tears fall from my eyes.
as i cover you back up.
as the blood drips more.
i walk out of your room.
after i kiss you on your cut.
i look your door.
and never look back again.
