I stood there,
Just stood,
As if expecting something,
But what, what?
It was dead silent,
Not even a peep was heard,
Somehow it brought me peace,
As well as misery,
But you all know how it goes.
A depressed girl,
Wanting to commit suicide,
Fails,
Broken,
Tears, lots of it,
Someone saves her,
A friend,
A brother,
A stranger,
Whatever,
She then becomes healed,
And lived happily ever after.
So plain,
Yet so touching,
Of course,
Not in the way I say it,
I don't believe in happy endings,
They're all just
A blur,
A lie,
A fantasy,
The world isn't that simple,
It is filled with
Pain and sorrow,
Lies and mistakes,
Hatred and anger,
The list goes on and on.
And there I stood,
Knife in my hand,
I felt the,
Icy,
Smooth,
Graceful,
Tainted,
Lovely,
Care-free,
Blade.
And I dropped it in a shiver,
Why was this so hard?
Because my life wasn't complete,
A small voice said,
It was right,
I still had my whole life in front of me,
Why should I risk it for him?
He didn't deserve,
Such respect,
Such tenderness,
Such love,
I had given him.
That low life bastard,
He didn't deserve my sacrifice,
I picked my knife up,
And sliced it through my neck,
Why had I done it?
I didn't know,
All I knew was that,
It felt good.