Memories. (suicide stories #3)

Every tear,

Every silent cry,

Every fear,

He hides in his eyes.

Always scared to show emotion,

Afraid that someone will hurt him.

He picks up the razor,

Wishing he still had her.

One cut two cut three cut four,

Always wondering 'what's one more?'

Just before he did a 5th,

He thought of her lips,

'She wouldn't want this'

Washing the blood away,

Knowing he'll be okay,

He lives to this day,

All the cuts faded away.

He may not have her now,

But he'll always have these memories,

He can still make her proud.

Reviews

[wordman]

a razor blade serenade,does any body really care,,i wonder

[Help_Me]

same......i just lie to myself and say that they do care.....its easier that way

[wordman]

well then i guess i care

[Help_Me]

:) so nice

[wordman]

yeah,i am..lol