killing me, softly

your hands carress the blood

My eyes are fluttering, open or closed?

i don't seem to know

You look away, and spot another

was I just your prey?

I scream so loud to catch your attention

but my lips can not open

My silent cries do not reach you

as you come away from my side

The depression, the anger, the love i tried to hide

hard it was- and often times i coud not

I almost felt as I could die

and no one would care

would any soul cry?

A los I thought the word could bare

was my glance to you, an empty stare?

My questions lay silent

my thoughts ringing violent

I find the knife on my skin

and "I'm not sure why I dug it in"

I explain to the therapist

but my mouth had not opened.