Without You

Been over several months and I haven't let go of you. It's Christmas Eve and the thought of you brings me to tears. Seeing the untouched pale skin on my finger puts my mind in dark a place. Without hesitation, I slash my wrist with the used blade that you had stabbed me with. As blood drips on the royal blue blanket, you once have gave me, I realize, there is no going back. I wrap the belt, your belt, around my neck. In the closet that both of us know inside and out. As I finally kick the stool from under myself. The weight on my shoulders from the world pushes my body towards the earth as this noose of despair slowly tightens until I no long can breath. As the memories of us slowly fade to darkness. And the bright light I thought you were, slowly dimmers. Each gasp of air I try to take. Only brings the pain You caused back. My last and final thought forces it self Into my depleting oxygen brain... The thought that always and will stay with me.... I miss you...