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.