I wonder sometimes
Why do I do this
To myself?
I see my blood
On your hands
The stab wound
Calls out your name
Still looking at you
Why do I feel
Like forgiving you
Is your crime
Too little to care?
Or will I die
Hating myself
Because even
Through pain and
Sorrow everyday
I can't seem to
Accept the detail
That you stabbed
Me through the
Heart with a face
Of comfort and calm
How do I hate
Something I kept
So close to my
Heart to begin with.
Was it always
Like this my love?
Or will you try
Defending yourself?
Doesn't matter much
As now my vision
Gets blurry like
My thoughts and
With my last breath
I wonder,
Why do I do
This to myself?
