I'm looking back on these last few years.
Why aren't you here to calm my tears?
Blood from my wrist stains the ugly carpet on my floor.
I take on last glance at my closed bedroom door.
As I stare down at this tear-streaked paper,
My thoughts begin to fade, becoming like vapor.
I lie down on my bed for the last time,
And let my final thoughts of you fill my mind.
I look around at these four black walls,