This is a poem I wrote a while ago about love, loss and self harm.
He cringed, taking his last breath
A soul so lost,
Lost fighting death
What would his mother say?
Would she understand?
No, but maybe one day...
Could she hear his silent screams?
Insanity taking over,
His mind bursting at the seams…
These oozing lines on his skin mark his swift end
The silent screams
Calling for help, that they would never send.
Looking up, that girl… The one who put him here
Sat smiling down at him
Her reaction… how queer…
‘’Just one kiss’’, she did mutter
‘’Rot in hell,
Your formalities, my heart is but a stutter…’’
With that the silence echoed in his head
He knew he was gone
He knew he was dead
The angel boy cried
For now he knew,
There was nothing stopping her suicide
The girl he watched, drew her blade
Etching lines in her skin
Lines he had made…
The color and life draining from her face,
It’s over now…
She has found her place…
The moral here is don’t be rash
Slow down my loves,
Slow down before you crash
For these lovers they lived in hell and died together,
Eternity for them now
Forever and ever