• i lay on my bed,
    recalling all weve said,
    my heart feeling like lead,
    and my eyes puffy and red.

    i reached for the knife,
    ready to end my life,
    to go out with one last strife,
    and prepare myself for the scythe.

    you grab my hand,
    as rough as sand,
    i start to cry and
    find it hard to stand.

    you held me tight,
    knowing my fright,
    my heart felt light,
    but also felt tight...

    i love you,
    its true,
    every word seeming new...
    my heart soared and flew.

    but when i saw the other girl,
    my heart began to swirl,
    spiral and rage,like a sad mural,
    at the sight of him and the girl.

    i knew it was too good to be true...
    deep inside,i knew...
    my heart flew,
    it flew away from me.i guess were finally threw.