When all you want to do is die and the blade is there but you refuse to end it so you add a new line to the story of pain your body contains and hope the pain will fade.
You add another mark to the pages you live through and hope no one will notice the new words written in permanent ink that is truly forever.
When the blade that was meant to bring the end to it all starts being the pen you write down the agony with and you begin to forget what true release is.
That is when you know you can't pull yourself out of hell.
At that moment you realize you are now the devil and you need to be saved.
But so do others so you can't take the angel away
You are the angel so I can't have you
And it is killing me
I love you so much that I don't want you to hate me but I don't want to force you to love me.
