I sit here in the rain
With nothing but a razor
A knife
And a gun
I will hold the razor to my wrist
The knife to my heart
And the gun to my head
You would not miss me if I did
The razor to my wrist
Being the words you so cruelly throw at me
They are sharp
And escape is insurmountable
The knife at my heart
Being the lies you hide from me every waking moment
The lies
That have left me heartbroken
The gun to my head
Being the true feeling you feel about me
Yet
You are the one who asked
If I cut my wrist
All my grief I have ever felt for you
Will pour out
In crimson red pools
If I penetrate my heart
All the love I have ever felt for you
Will pour out
Leaving me empty and full of anger
If I pull the trigger
All the memories of you
Will be erased
From my mind
The result of my anger
Is pain
And my pain will be numbed
By the sight of my shattered heart
My broken soul lies
In the crimson pool of grief
And of my shattered heart
As I wait for the rain to finish washing it away
I place the razor at my wrist
And sit there thinking
Of what I am about to do
And realize I would hold the scars forever
So I place the knife to my heart instead
And sit there thinking
Of the love I used to feel for you
And realize that I did not love you anymore
So finally I place a bullet in the gun
With your name written on it and with one little pull
I would let everyone know that you were the last thing
That went through my mind
As I place the gun to my temple
I sit there and think
Of all that I have been through
And realize that the hard pouring rain was slowly ending
Until the rain of depression finally ends
I stand there alone
Staring at the sky
Awaiting the day the sun finally shows its face
I stare up into the darkness
As hope slowly flows back into me
And as I wish for the sun
And of the warmth to melt my frostbitten spirit
(I was inspired to write this by reading a few of the quotes that I have read here online...I am not trying to plagiarize.)
