Love my suicide

I stand at the window after you leave.
I stand above the sink.
My cheeks are sore from being hit.
My eyes are black from the eyeliner that i cried off.
I open the draw. I see shiny silver metal.
Knives.
I pick mine carefully.Long, thin and graceful.
Still staring out the window.
Ibegin weeping again.
I hold it over my wrist.Slowly i lower it.
Pressing it against my warm flesh.
The metal feels cold against my skin.
I cut along the lenth of my arm.I copy the perfect line on my other wrist.
My crimson red blood drips down.
Drip, drip, drip.
Into the sink i bleed.
I watch it in wonder.
How perfect, unlike myself.
I look up again.
Looking out the window i see things that aren't there.
I start to feel dizzy.
My head light.
Dilerious.
I forgot everyone i'll leave.
I sit down and start to write.
"it was all your faults.You all killed me.
Everyone.No one tried to help.No one even cared.
I hope you know im happier this way.
I hope you know how long this has bothered me.
But now im gone.
Sorry for the mess.
Bye."
I leave the letter on the sink.
I spin for a second that feels as years.
I fall to the floor.
A smile apperars on my face.
My world turns black.
My life slowly draning from my body.
I whisper to no one."love my suicide"

Loving You From A Far

I still keep on holding on these crippled pictures.
My hands are bleeding through it's torns.
I don't wanna let you go.
Even if I can only watch you from a far in the dark.
Your all I want nothing more even if she's the one you treasured in your heart.
I will still be here until the day I die.
I want to stand up for you in times your feeling troubled and blue.
Just one smile on your face is enough for me.
Even if my heart is slowly dying.
I want to stand always for you even if she's the one you want.
I want to keep on hoping even if it is impossible.
Every night I gaze at the stars.
I wished that I could be one of them so that I can watch you
from a far.
I want to be your light in this world filled with twisted path.
I will still stand up for you even if you can't reciprocate, your heart to me.
It is enough for me from loving you from a far?

Ecstatic Tragedy

Life isn’t a dream
Nightmare claiming to be
Stealing all your hopes
And all your integrity
Darkness falls quietly
He says he likes it so
On the night of the eve
When the cold wind does blow
He turns his head abruptly
Seeming to feel unease
You stand over him, crying
He answers with his pleas
Holding a knife
Hung high above his heart
This one had gotten to you
So you got the head start
His pleading does stop
The cold night on the eve
You walk away with a smile
And his cold blood on your sleeve