I sit here and cry
Staring at a single rose in my hand
A tear hits a petal
And glistens in the light
My heart breaks a little each moment
As I look at the rose
The rose red as blood pricks my finger
A droplet of blood hits the floor
The smell of blood attracts my dog
Whining at me as he sits and watches me
In anger I grab the closes knife
And begin to cut the rose
Petal by petal drops to the floor
Tears still running down my face
I begin to speed up cutting off petal by petal
I lose my grip and …
I scream as the knife hits my wrist
Blood drips of the blade
As I jump and run for the sink
Drop by drop I lose my blood
My skin pale and lifeless
My heart shattered into a million parts
The tears begin to stop
As if they had left my body
The pain of heart break
Had gone …
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