The Blood That Stains The Pages

If You Died

.If you died,

would be broken.

Like a bird I would stagger around,

Trying to find my way,

Looking for hope of a way to life,

Striving to life,

I would lock myself in a room,

Alone I would take out the gently used blade,

I would sit in the dark with it,

Using it often,

then after days of what I deserve for being me,

I would die right beside you,

My back on your grave stone,

My arms limp at my sides,

My eyes dark from no sleep,

No heart beat found,

And when the find us,

Oh what a sight it will be,

A pale girl,

She looks like a mess,

Knotted hair,

Dry lips,

Dark eyes,

But wait why isnt she moving?

Shes dead,

Bound by the love of you,

Carved deep into her arm,

Surrounded by dozens and dozens of scars and cuts,

Say, Try to count every little cut, thats how much I love you,