A cold windy night
i sit alone
watching the rain fall
listening to thunder crash
and seeing the lightning strike
i close my eyes
and imagine your hand
caressing my face
i open my eyes
look around this lonely house
its been so empty since you left
i grab my razor blade
turn my wrist over
and cut
over and over again
all so close
teasing that vain
with a promise of escape
the blood is coming so fast now
i place a towelette over the wound
thinking about all the good times we had together
thinking of how you could leave
we made so many promises
and i kept all of mine
you broke the one that counted
and you left me here
alone, cold, afraid
i take of the towelette
and look at the still bleeding wounds
one in particular
its set away from the rest
the blood is dried
and around the edges its blue
i start to feel dizzy
i look up and the room is spinning
white spots fill my vision
this isn't good
i can tell
i reach for the phone
try to dial 911
but i cant see
and my fingers are numb
finally i lean back in my chair
look to where i think the window is
both wrists
cut bloody and still bleeding
facing up
lean my head back
close my eyes
and for the last time
listen to the rain fall
and the thunder crash
and imagine the lighting striking
leaving beautiful marks in the sky behind it
