Suicidal Love

She had always liked him,
But never truly knew why.
He never talked to her,
His friends made her cry.

She smiled at him in the hall,
He just turned his head.
He didn't care about her,
Is what he always said

But she kept her chin up,
And loved him still.
Because she knew what was inside,
A hole she could fill.

His friends soon caught word
Of her feelings toward him.
They found it hysterical,
But her love did not dim,

She knew she was better,
Than what they thought.
But still her heart was his,
For reasons she knew not.

She slowly became forlorn,
Slipping deep into a hole.
He was still ignoring her,
Breaking her delicate soul.

But her love did not falter,
She always thought of him,
But all the rumors about her,
Bought her to the brim.

She was finally over the edge,
She knew it cocouldn't be true.
She thought they said that he loved her
But deep inside she knew.

She could not comprehend,
How to go on living her life.
She went to the kitchen,
Pulled out the sharpest knife.

She spoke of her love,
She cried of her pain.
She whispered what happened
How it could never be the same.

And with her last strength,
She scribbled a final note.
She explained everything.
And this is what she wrote:

Take this shinning knife,
And cut open my wrists,
Watch the blood flow out,
It could have ended with a kiss.