All I needed was the love you gave. All i needed for another day.
the day of the surgery...
they find her stone cold on the floor.
the big white room seems painted in red.
they can't understand what happened.
she can't be gone... they whisper.
but they can't believe their own voice.
the knife was still clutched in her fingers,
as if it were merely a paint brush.
her wrist, was her canvas,
and the painting, were the cuts...
a portrait so beautiful,
yet painted in colors of pain....
you know, the thing about beauty,
it always finds its place in the saddest of things...
she never wanted to stay. Not without him.
and her escape, she did make.
