• She throws the blade at her wrist,
    Back and forth, with a sickening twist.
    "I guess this wasnt meant to be, you and me."
    She tilts head back against the wall as tears run down her face,
    Thinking of the good old days, and his warm embrace.

    "I don't know what I did, I don't know what went wrong.
    I don't know how it fell apart, a relationship like ours."
    She sits up and grabs the blade, and puts it to her skin,
    Not caring the damage she was doing, slides it back and forth.
    "I hope you enjoy my pain, you did this to me, after all."
    She stood up, her blood dripping to the floor.

    She felt nothing short of a heartbreak, pain and suicidal thoughts,
    Desperately longing for nothing more than what it is was like before.
    One more time she swept the blade desperately across her wrist,
    Thinking she wasn't good enough, that she deserved exactly this.
    Her fingers started shivering as she held it in her hand, she whimpered.

    Not caring about her future, not caring about her dreams.
    "We shouldnt have started this!", she screamed in the mirror.
    She fell to the floor thinking about the things that had happened that morning.
    She raised the blade high above her head, and slid it down her arm.
    She quickly started bleeding more and more, until there was nothing more.

    He looked over her dead body, thinking, "What have I done?"
    He raised his hands to his face, and felt like clawing at it.
    Instead, he reached for the blade, when touching her hand he got shivers.
    He took the blade, stood up, looked in the mirror, and thought,
    "I killed her, now i must repay her." He looked down at her.
    "I am sorry my love, but this is the last time we will be meeting. Have fun in Heaven."