You lie on the floor, motionless and cold,

Glazed over eyes fixated on the double edged blade in my hand,

Saturated and dripping with your blood,

Gripped tightly by pearly white knuckles,

Afraid to let go and allow reality to crash down like a tidal wave,

Blissfully unaware of my irrational actions,

Yet all too familiar with my mistakes,

I tremble with silent fear,

Sitting with knees drawn to my chest,

Beside your soulless shell,

I hold your hand,

Wishing you could wipe away my emotionless tears.