Her I lay untouched by the rain. Unloved. And in pain. Not physically but mentally. I am mentally exhausted. And physically numb. I lay here bloody and alone. Deceived and disowned. Slowly dying. I lay here unable to speak. Voice faded with time. I lay here not taking the pain any longer. I haven’t forgotten those horrible words. I haven’t heard anything other then them. I lay here wrist bleeding crimson. Heart beat slowing. Life flashing before my eyes. I lay here with this knife in a my hand. I lay here untouched by the rain pale a snow. Cold to the touch. I lay here unable to speak voice faded in death.
This broken heart will never mend, so never shall I breathe again. Now there's simply one less heart left to break. Unrequited love can kill. Maybe now you'll care. Life is Love. Love is painful. Yet suicide is swift and sweet. "Mother, Father .. where did we go wrong?" I wish there was another way ..
