Your Touch

I love the warmth I feel with 
your touch.
As I press you closer, I know I 
will never get enough.

With a jerk on my skin, you 
open my soul.
You make me forget life, let 
me once again feel whole.

As the blood rushes down I 
long for you once more.
As I deepen the cut, my hand 
drops you to the floor.

I realise too late of the choice I 
have made.
I lose myself in the reflection 
of my face in the blade.

I remember the advice I had 
once been given.
"Don't harm yourself because 
of your pain." he'd said as he 
brushed against my skin.

I know it's too late now to 
fallow his advice.
I realized that everyone would 
know how I felt, when they 
hear I'd taken my life.

So I hold back the tears as my 
body hits the floor of the 
stage.
I write on the floor an "I'm 
sorry." and than everything 
fades away....

But I am not sorry for what I 
have done.
I will miss you all, my family, 
the ones that I love.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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