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Pain rises inside of me as you decide to leave,

Tears start to fall fast from my eyes,

I wished you didn’t have to go,

It cuts deep tearing away at my insides.



Thinking about you only hurts more,

More and more tears fall,

Reaching for my silver box beneath my drawers,

You know what hides inside it.



Calling my name I remove the lid,

Sparkling and gleaming in the light,

Pure and impure at the same time,

Light and dark forces surround it.



Tears of blood flow down my arms,

Deep crimson and ruby red,

Contrasting on an almost white skin,

Trails left from where the blood flowed.



The tiny gash giving and giving and giving more,

Fresh blood flows down the trails and drips off the side,

Pooled blood seeps into the pale creamy coloured cover,

A bright red stain forming on the bed.



Another gash and then more blood flows,

The same deep crimson-ruby red colour,

Vivid colour on a pale pallet,

Like black ink on a crisp white sheet of paper.



Another two gashes on my arm,

One for each week of bliss we shared,

I’ll never forget those weeks,

Now weeks of HELL because I don’t have you.



The dried blood mixed with tears,

Gives an eerie pink marbled tone to my pale flesh,

Visible tear tracks down my face look like faded scars,

Still lying beside me the knife covered in ruby red blood.



Lying in a boiling hot bath my arm cries for mercy,

The water hot as molten lava burning at the marks,

My entire body creaming because of the heat,

But all my heart and soul feels is ice cold.



Lying there I think about him,

I miss him, need him, love him,

Cold tears fall down my cheeks and hit the water,

I feel like I’m dying without him around.



My body feels dead, lifeless, as if I was just rotting,

I can no longer feel the steady beat of my heart,

My flesh feels cold to the touch,

Pale coloured eyes, I feel so dead.



Take me away from all this,

Put us back together again,

Make me feel alive again,

My love lies buried under unhappiness.