Tears Poem by Quiet Ana

Tears
Running down your face,
for all the things you cannot replace,
for all the bloody scars,
they say; 'the fault is in our stars'...
As the time of your life has slowly begun to stop,
from blade's handle blood spills drop by drop,
And silent now, your soul is free
while mine is yet to be.
I wanted so much, I wished for what I cannot have,
and now there you go, another empty crave:
Please come back,
cure the crack
that you once made...
My darling, my knight,
pull the trigger,   turn off the light,
and kiss me, for goodnight.