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In the dark of night,
I can feel you near,
can sense you watching over me.

Trying to follow my heart,
to let it all go,
the past that torments me.

I’m tired of hurting,
don’t want to be in love with my pain anymore,
captivated by the blade’s caress.

I sing for you,
and I hope you can hear.

I try to make up for your death,
by helping others, making amends for killing you.

But who’s there to help me now?
Who do I run to,
when I’m overwhelmed,
beaten down by life.

Crimson tears, hidden messages,
written in each scar.

I’ve cried for you,
bled for you, died for you.

A gentle touch, and I know it’s you,
can feel you here beside me.

Soft whispers in my mind,
memories I try desperately to block out,
biting back screams,
another nightmare,
still hidden from my sight.

I long to see you next to me,
to hear your laugh,
but it’s faded with the breeze,
the memories of you won’t release me.

A blade in my hand, pressed against my wrist,
I tried  to end it all,
but before I lost control,
your face came to my mind.

Tears streaming from your eyes,
you reached silently for me,
as I let the blade fall from my hands.

Just before I close my eyes,
before tears threaten to claim me,
I see you, hear your voice,
only a whisper in my mind,
telling me to hold on.

For you, I’ll keep fighting,
for you, I’ll find a way to live again,
for you, I’ll be free.