I miss you
And I miss feeling the metal against my skin
The adrenaline rushing through my blood,
About to leave my wrist,
As soon as I press the blade against it
There’s something extremely beautiful about that
It’s twisted and so against our own nature
We have the power to take our own lives and to give life
But we barely have the power and will to stay alive
Isn’t that so amazingly sad?
Now there’s blood on the sink as we talk about deep philosophical nonsense
It doesn’t even matter anymore,
We are both dead.
Now there’s blood on the floor, and a smile on my face
It’s finally over,
I don’t have to suffer anymore,
And neither do you.
Love, Love, Love,
That’s what it’ll do to you my darling, he said
And I laughed,
Yes, I smiled because I knew he loved me greatly
And he was scared.
Now there’s my family, friends, and people who supposedly care about me at my funeral
Now they’re crying, caring
Who knew they felt that way about me?
It’s always too late to love, and never too early to hate
Now there’s the hundredth website about suicide prevention,
Thanks for trying I guess, she said as she took her last breath.
Love, Love, Love, I miss you.