Blood flows from the facuet that is my arm
A knob that turns on but never off
The knife acts as my hand
Gently caressing my skin
I wince, cutting too deep
The blood now rushing to escape
Grabbing a towel
It turns from white to crimson in seconds
A knock on the door,
His voice coming from the other side
Full of concern and helplessness
The door handle jiggles
I reach to unlock it
Falling to the floor
I groan, try to get back up
Only to stumble and fall again
He calls again
Only this time more urgent
I reach for the door
Only now it's open
My knight in shiny armor
Kneels beside my shaking body
Tears falling on me as I finish
Now both hot and cold run together
My arms, limp at my side
Surrounding by ignorance and regret
His desolate cries lull me to sleep
As I whisper
Goodbye
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