Slowest Form Of Suicide

So many tears slide off my cheek.

So many promises you just couldnt keep.

I feel the click before the darkness hits.

There is silence all around.

A figure is seen .

Its me.

Im lying on the ground

Blood soaks the floor.

My pain is no more.

Tears frozen in my glossed.

Eyes as the flapping wigs of my soul flies.

The words you last said to me,

Like a frozen picture frozen within me.

The thoughts cut like razors over my mind.

For the last time.

You can never harm my heart again.

For this will be my very last sin.

For one thing is sure in this life.

Love is the slowest form of suicide.