Lost Poem by Cait Secret

Sweet hot tears run down my cheeks.
I'm just weak inside and out.
I've lost one before.
I'm losing another later.

Why does this happen?
A sweet inncent soul dead on the floor.
Another sweet angel dying.
But unlike the two...

I'm not sweet.
I am not an angel.
I am a lost soul
I've ruined lives but cannot leave

I am nothing but a thorn bush.
While they were roses.
They had thorns.
Thorns sharp enough to pierce my heart.

Those knives killed one.
Those razors are killing the other.
I am simply sitting here.
Waiting, hoping he survives.

I know he won't.
So why do I hope?
Hope is not real.
I can only rely on luck.

But good luck is what I need and what I won't get.

I'm lost in a world of suicide. If it works for them then it should work for me.