Softly
you whisper sweet words...

Your gentle words
make my cheeks flush...

I lay still
late at night...

No longer can I pretend
that I do not love you...

Look at me and my pretty knife.
Look at how it makes a slice...

**I wrote this a while back about a guy who was my...
Here we are...

If only you knew
the sense of security...

I feel
your fingers...

Sinking.
Farther and farther away...

The blood
seeps out of my wrist...

**A conversation that me and my ex had on what...
Me: So this guy stalked my work today to ask if I...

I am okay.
I do not need him...