Bloodstained Razor

I picked up my bloodstained razor
as I started to cry
I rolled up my sleeve screaming
"please god! please let me die!"

the scars are clearly evident
past slices on my arm
but this will be my final cut
I'll soon be gone from harm

I can not take it anymore
so I decide to go real deep
the pain gives off a blow of relief
soon I'll be asleep

uncontrollably bleeding now
as I fall upon the ground
second thoughts race through my mind
"I can turn my life around"

I drag myself across the floor
A throw myself at the phone
I dial my best friends number
this time he isn't home

i lay there, slowly dying
and call the one who broke my heart
he answers as I start to cry
knowing this wasn't smart

"I called to tell you I'm dying
I have minutes left, at max
I want you to know, you could have saved me
this is my final act.

Those nights we spent together,
quite much I loved you so,
but never returned, were my feelings
so I decided to let go.

now I lay here bleeding,
I'm cold and I'm so alone
I though you deserved to know this,
so I called you on my phone"

He could only sit there stunned
for he had loved her too
but should he say this now?
he didn't know what to do.

"I loved you all along
to afraid to tell you so
please do not leave like this!
please do not go!"

everything was silent
then the dial tone so cold
"she cant be gone" was all he thought
his sobs were uncontrolled

he ran outside in the freezing rain
regret with every pace
hoping he would arrive and see
her alive and beautiful face

he got to her house dripping
barged right through the door
and found the one that he loved
in her own blood on the floor

"its all my fault" he screamed
"that her beauty belongs to Death"
he took her blood stained razor
knowing he didn't deserve his breath

now they both do lay there
truly died from hearts so torn
with the razor in between them
so bloodstained and so worn.