I shake as I put the blade to my skin.
Slash, as I open the white delicate flesh.
Drip, as it lands on the floor.
Cry, as I sit in the middle of the room and think.
Tears, as I begin to cry over the pain.
Slash, as I go at it again.
Pain, as I remember your words.
Laying, as I lay on floor cold and helpless.
Shake, as I try to breathe.
Gone, like the pain from within.
Dead, like the love we once had.