Bottling everything up,
I thought,
Was the only solution
If I ever wanted to feel love.
But the emotions built up so quickly
And became too much
For me to handle.
Eventually, I knew I needed to do something.
But I couldn't tell anyone.
I couldn't spill my real emotions.
I stared at the blade
I clasped between my thumb and pointer finger.
The gleam reminded me
Of his stunning smile.
I needed to do it.
Someone talk me down
From doing this.
Otherwise,
I might not survive.
How funny
That I drew with silver
And red bloomed instead.
Blurry vision,
Dizzy thoughts,
Strangled sobs.
Before I knew it,
Red twisted and turned to black.
I'm sorry for leaving them behind.
The stunning loves of my life.
I'm gone.
