She is gone, forever swept away,
I accept it, but the pain is here to stay,
her blood still coats my hands,
she took it all for reasons I can't understand.
I was there when she ended it all,
I still see the blood on the wall,
her wrist is slit and blood gushed,
her beautiful face no longer lush.
Love was in my heart,
but now I don't know how to start,
her life has faded and her time has passed,
why couldn't this wonderful thing last?
So now I regret the thought of it,
I can't stand the fire that was lit,
I can not even utter the word,
and now I know 'love' can never soar.