Can Love Kill Suicide?

Is one cut enough to understand the pain?

Locked inside the bathroom with a razor blade.

I’ve thought of escape, as I’m caught in a cycle,

Same stitches, same mind and same crooked smile.

I could offer you my hand and my love for a while,

But nothing is permanent and we don’t all die old.

My eyes hold steady as the lights grow dim

The fan shuts off, it’s my thoughts again

I carve my skin and watch the blood run down

My arms, my chest, my legs, my mouth

I could give you a hug, tell you that you’re beautiful

Dont bother, it’s useless, this body is not suitable.

My mind won’t stop, these thoughts won’t die

But this flesh infested vessel might not heal this time

The windows open, the showers on,

the curtain is cut, tangled and tied up on

I could give you this heart but it’s already broken!

Dont start, it’s too late, the fatal wound is open.

My hands won’t stop,

reaching for my throat

I don’t speak, I choke on the lowest note

The curtain is a serpent which constricts and holds

The heats on high, but I feel so cold.

Could love kill suicide? Truly I don’t know.

If love could kill suicide-Then you and I are ghosts.