Beautiful Scars

unbreakable bond

'' I miss you...'',
He whispered,
to Her picture sitting on His side table,
holding the blade that killed Her,
slowly...
He hated Himself for not being there for Her,
tears filled His eyes,
as they started to pour out loneliness,

***

still staring at Her picture,
so beautiful and happy,
so fragile and pure,
He cried harder,
as the blade felt His wrists,
cutting them open, 
He blamed Himself,
as He slowly faded,
following Her to an endless sleep...