It hurts him inside, but outside he wears a smile.
He tries and tries, but she's just not listening.
Bent and broken, he wonders down the cracked pavement.
Past the gates.
To the river.
There is a knife in his heart, and the blood leaks into the water.
The pain is unbearable.
He grips the railing.The only thing separating him from his death.
White knuckles. Drained face. Blood shot eyes.
On the surface of the waves, he can see her.
Laughing in his face, as she spat on his ego.
Her friends poking him with their insults.
She didn't care.
He listened to her when she cried to him.
He hugged her when she was shaking.
He stood up for her when she was teased.
He held her hand when she was alone.
He loved her when no one else noticed her.
His heart belongs to her, but she didn't accept it.
Instead she stabbed it with the knife.
He can't go on.
Beaten and mashed up, he lies his head on the railing.
The cool, hard metal stinging his forehead.
The tears are coming. Ten at a time.
No one else is around him. He is alone.
He will always be alone.
He loves her.
He takes the knife out of his heart.
With shaking fingers he cuts words into his exposed arm.
The wind is blew his hair in his face and stuck to his wet cheeks.
"I love you" the message said.
"I love you" is what he had said to her.
She didn't listen.
He threw the knife into the river, and with his bleeding arm, lifted himself up onto the railing.
He glanced at his arm one more time.
"I love you" cut in red.
With hardly enough power to jump, he fell off the railing.
His last words were... "I love you, but you killed me."
To Write Love On His Arms.
