I can't make you happy anymore.
My life was devoted
To making everyone happy.
Now I've done the opposite,
And I can't fix everything anymore.
The puddle of blood is growing around me
I'm so sorry
That I can't save everyone.
But right now
I can't even save myself.
I hold his present to my chest- the bracelet is slowly becoming stained red
It doesn't hurt anymore.
Each cut for each person
I was unable to help,
Everything has a blurry haze to it now. . .The tears on my cheeks belong to the living being I used to be. Each drop holds the life I'm letting go.
A shard of my breaking heart and spirit.
Now all I can do is say
Goodbye. . .
And hope that when I'm gone. . .
I'll finally have made you all happy. . .
Because the blood and tears won't ever stop now.
This is very well written
woah. this is like dejavu. this is something a lot like a poem i wrote, i just have to remeber when i did so...