The Tragedy Of Love

15 1 1
                                    

When I first met you I thought you were the one

You meant everything to me

Although I felt like you weren't saying everything that was on your mind

You seemed quite and dreary

My heart shattered every time I looked at you

Your eyes were full of pain and sadness

You built your walls up so high that it was hard for me to break them down and get in

Once you let me in you seemed distant

I missed your smile

I missed your laugh

Although you said that you can never remember a moment in your life when you were happy

It broke my heart when you said that

I thought I was you Happy Place

I wanted to be the one who could take away your pain and sorrow

The room dimmed and all I could see was you in the corner

I tried to comfort you but all you did was push me away

I was confused I didn't know if you wanted me to go or to stay

So I left

When I saw you in the hallway

You looked as if you were scared of something

You held you head down low and never made eye contact with anyone

You never spoke to anybody

You were in pain

While I was too

I was in love with you and I couldn't help you

All I did was push you away

Many days passed and I wished to hold you in my arms one more time

You eyes seemed to fill with more pain and sorrow every time I saw you

I wonder what had made you this way

A couple months had passed and I had heard some people say that you were no longer with us

So I came bolting out of the gates and into your room

Tears ran down my face as I saw what I could never imagine

There laid  your body

You looked so pale

I put my arms under you only to drop you once more

Once I got my grip on you

I kissed your forehead

I didn't realize the tears still rolling down my face

Until your face seemed to be getting soaked

I got up and laid you back down

I knew that I couldn't survive without you

I got up and walked into your kitchen

Ignoring everyone and everything  in sight

I opened the drawer and took out the sharpest knife I could possibly find

I walked back up the stairs towards your room

Running my hand down the blade every time I came closer to thinking about the thought

Once I reached your room I was covered in blood

I sat down next to your body that laid on the floor

I slowly put the knife to my neck and in a flash I was gone





Her Thoughts, and Only HersOù les histoires vivent. Découvrez maintenant