Is It True Love?
The metal laying on my palm
Reflects the light
As I smile
When I draw the blade
Across my wrist.
The sweet pain
I feel dulls the pain
In my heart
That has hurt for so long
And needs relief.
Even though I know
That this relief isn't good
For me, for anyone
I still do it
Because it is my only salvation.
Tears flow down my cheeks
Another sign of my pain
As it mixs with the blood on my wrists
Connecting
Pain and salvation together, as one.
Suddenly the metal, the razor blade
Is thrown out of my hand
And replaced with another hand
That grips mine tightly
As I'm pulled into an embrace.
I see him
Holding me tightly
But
Does he truly love me
Or does he still love her?
Does he still
Love the girl that left him?
That went out
With him
Out of pity?
Tears flow down my cheeks
Again
As I don't know what to do:
Push him away or accept his embrace…
What do you think I'd do?
