A Story That Has Yet To End

I was told a story
That has yet to find an end
It's about a boy's broken heart
That seems like no one can mend

His body is shaking
As emotion dwells within
He so lost and confused
What's happening to him?

He's lost his grip on the life he had
Lost the ability to think straight
He thought this happiness would last
But he had a cruel run in with fate

She broke his heart and left him
Without a sign of care
She walked right out of his life
And left him a horrible pain to bare

What is left in life now?
His love has gone to another
Is there even a point in living now?
After all, he did love her

That knife on the shelf is looking lovely
Temptation is hard to resist
What's a few more cuts anyway?
Just another memory on his wrist

He's reaching for the blade
It sits silent in his hand
Tears start to form
And to fall, they demand

This is where the story stops
With a boy, a blade, and tears to cry
Will he find something to live for?
Or allow his blood to simply run dry..

*Written for my friend Nick.