Razors aren't Roses �

 “I'll be there when your heart stops beating” He had said,

thump, thump. Where is he now?

I can't find him in the pit I call my mind,

or the shredded mess I call my heart,

Phantom arms wrap around me,

and a tear slips out of my eye. 

Sitting here, I realize razors aren't roses,

and even the blood pouring from my arm does not make me feel better.

crimson isn't your face, and it does not satisfy this deep depression I find myself in.

My head hits the pillow and I close my eyes. 

I remember lying here, his arms wrapped around me gently.

“I'll love you until the end of forever.” He'd said.

And yet, here I am, lying lifeless on a bed.

And it is not the end of forever, but my heart has finally stopped beating. 

Painless.

 

Author's Note

Im not going to lie, I'm proud of this.

Reviews

[linley{luu}]

As you should be proud. This is a very nice piece, I almost regret to say that I can easily relate to the writer's story. But I enjoyed this thoroughly, and thank you for your reveiw on my piece.
Great job!
Linley

[Emily?]

Tiif this beautiful, deff. One of my fave! Amazing job!=)

[Dillon Cotter]

So deep and perfectionate, this is crazy with a real deep meaning. This one is great!

-Will

[love dies XD]

i thought it was great, i added it to my favorites. It was AMAZING:) (and so true)

[Brittney]

I love this!

[lizzy]

That is a great pome you really put some meaning into it. if you were to be in a contest ide most likely pick you

[topsyturvy]

Wow this is an awesome write! You SHOULD be proud of it :P

uhhh Oh my god...... im speechless? i love the friggin thing though.... u r an awesome writer...