The blade
I stare intensly... waiting, like a lost puppy, for someone to find me.
Find me staring at the blade that glistens. The blade that soon could end it all... maybe I can forget about him. Maybe I mean nothing. Maybe he used me because I am a useless tool... no one important. Someone used because I am vulnerable, because I am hopeless... because I am worthless.
I grab the knife and keenly work it over my arm. The blood that flows like a fountain over my arm reminds me of a better time, when I was in His arms. When I was his dying breath. When I was me.
I wish I had another tear salted remedy to help me forget you. Maybe then I would feel better, feel like I was someone. I wish you could see that I was the best thing that ever happened to you. Well, maybe now you'll see... for soon I will be dead. Lying in a pool of my red ocean.
Sean, stare into my eyes now. Tell me what you think of me. Soon it will be to late and you will wonder what we could have been. When I am gone I will haunt you in your dreams. I want you to know that I will always be close by...
