Dead Pain Poem by sayia willows

As I lay here the pain starts to set in
I think hey its starting
the want to cut is so strong
I try to resist but your memories
Flood my mind
The way you used to look at me
The way you used to touch me
I remember the way you would
Hold me and kiss me
then the Memories of the night I found you
You had overdosed on pain killers
And you slit your wrist and neck
You died all alone
I found a bloody Note telling me good by and every
Day Since then I wonder was it my
Fault was it because you always saw
Me get hurt was it because you couldn’t
Stand to see me get hurt again?