• The little droplets that slid down my face
    And the crimson tears falling from your wrist
    Continued as I carried you in my arms
    The alarm and shock
    I felt at the time has since faded
    But the truth of your fake smile
    Shocked me even more
    Than coming home and finding
    Your cold body lying on the floor
    I can't stop these feelings
    I can't erase the memories
    The carpet is still painted with your action
    And the agony is still behind your white smile
    You didn't cry
    But I cried
    You didn’t die
    But I died a little inside
    You're still alive
    But I'm still haunted by your attempted suicide.