Everytime you hurt me
I cry red tears to escape the pain

Time may heal emotional wounds but the ones upon my wrists will forever stay.

The pain of loss is a blade to the skin. The tears you cry are the blood that is spilled. Dwelling upon it long after they are gone is a slow and painful suicide

Not letting go of someone you love when it is time is suicide in grief's clothing

The hardest thing to say is
GoodBye

Even though you kiss me
Say that you love me
It does not heal the wounds you caused

I want to wake in the hospital
Just in time to hear the doctor say
"She's not going to make it."

"How can I forget what I don't even remember?"