A wilted rose in an empty vase
petals drying and falling to the table
the lights are on in the house
but nobody is around to comfort her
she tried to call out for help
but nobody heard her suffocated screams
tears trickling down her pale face
the taste of salt upon her cold blue lips
razorblades moving across a weakened wrist
fifteen tea light candles placed upon the ledge
one for each year she was still on the earth
a thought of all the dreadful mistakes she had made
a bottle of vodka in her hands
she closes the door and lays down in the water
she takes a shot, cuts a slit, blows a candle out
fourteen candles left
breathing gets deeper, crying gets louder
blood gets thinner, tears get redder
body gets number, candles get drier
it's down to the very last one....
she hears the door open, somebody walks in
the screams, they are piercing
the tears, they are falling
it is okay dear, it is all over now
i try to comfort but nobody can hear
the sirens, they are blaring
the cops, they are searching
searching for something that they will never find
the evidence that is not there
there are no suspects in this death
none, but that of a broken heart.
I will kiss the razorblade
and thank him for his deeds
i will take one last look behind
one last look at the life i had
as i leave, my blue lips will mouth
"i will always love you"
set upon a card
in the bundle of new roses
placed upon the table
ready to wilt....
