The blade gives me a kiss.
So gentle
And so painful.

The blood slowly makes its way acroos my arm
Yet all I do is watch
I do not want you to save me.

I need you to turn and walk away.
Please
Do not hold me

Please I am begging you,
let me bleed
Let me feel the pain that I need.

So many scars,
So many wounds
You will not understand

If I could let go,
If I could put down my razor
I would love you so.

But I will never let go
Because the blade has kissed me
Once and for all.

There is no turning back,
These are my last words to you my dear friend,