Slit my throat and watch me cry

I used to wonder why
My lover died
Maybe it was depression
Maybe I just wasn't right
But why sit and wonder
The past is the past
And I can't change a thing
Her blood is still on my hands
And she'll never come back from the shadows
But she'll always be in my heart
Like wounds full of poison
She can't be removed
But is it fair
To have moved on
I go days without thinking of her
The woman that sliced through my walls
And opened up my heart
Like wrists with a butterfly knife
I have become someone unrecognizeable
To the girl I used to see in the mirror
With black clothes and slit wrists
Am I growing up
Or am I dying inside
Does anyone know
Does it even matter
Slit my throat and watch me cry
As I realize I have to finally say goodbye

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

That really is beautiful.♥

[A.r. Bazian]

no... to love is to live as well as to die!
there isn't a day that goes by without recalling the loving memory of the one that was so true!
but if you love her/him... dont die for her/him... live for her/him!
i can't believe she's gone... she's still a part of me!
and now i feel like i'm in love again... and the one i'm loving now is dying!
i write... it sets me free from so sorrow... only to love them both more tomorrow!
and i cry!
its been 3 years now! and its all happening again!
and i cry...
live and love...
i thought i died inside... until three days ago... when i found out!
just sing... sing your soul to sleep! in the memory of your love.. and the gift he/she has given you, is eternal... only you know what and how it is! LOVE!

the poem is amazing... i'm sorry i've spoken so much... but, something moved inside!
after 5 suicide attempts! i realized the things i never did before!

so live for her... and never give up on love!

take good care!
salutes