You sit broken hearted,
Alone.
You take out the knife once again.
No more crying,
No more dying,
Just the quick pain then the soothing crimson,
Drip
Drip
Dripping from your arm.
It glistens beautifully,
Like thousands of rubies and garnets in water dripping form your arm.
No more crying,
No more dying,
Just you, the knife and the beloved crimson jewels.
The tingle has gone away,
Let's try again.
You close your eyes.
"This is for leaving me!" You cry out.
A single tear rolls down your cheek like a diamond waterfall,
You wipe it away.
Then,
Slit,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
No more crying,
No more dying.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
You watch the crimson rubies fall.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
You watch the crimson garnets fall.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
No more crying,
No more dying.
Or so you think,
Not for long.
One more slit.
Lots more drips.
Now someone is crying,
Now someone is dying.
I look around,
It is you.
You are crying,
You are dying,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
There is crying,
There was dying.
I am looking at your funeral.
Lots of people crying,
You have done the dying.
All I say is,
"I never left you".
