How Could I, How Could You Poem by Reeshe Vixen

I feel the cold blade, scrap against my warm skin
I feel my cold heart starting to pump warm blood
I feel the death behind me, tempting me, “push a little hard, it won’t hurt”
Without even thinking I pull the blade away as fast as I can
Turning around to see nothing there,
Then terror of takes me as I realizes that, there something is dripping,
What have I done?
Looking from the floor to my hand
Seeing the blood, fall faster than before
I realize that, death only connects with death,
No matter what I do it is too late,
What is done is done, I was meant to walk this path,
I was forced to become the embarrassment once again,
I am force to walk the path that I though was Romeo and Juliet,
To only find out I am the Juliet still waiting on Romeo to come back from the banishment.
I am waiting on my Romeo to come and take my lifeless hand,
To hold me while everything becomes dark,
To take the fear away,
To Choose Me!