At first, I didn't know what happened.
You were in front of me, but now you're gone.
I feel numb. I feel nothing.
I stare down at the knife in my chest
Unable to process what is going on.
Blood begins to pour out,
Staining my shirt
And running down my legs.
The pain surges through my body
Leaving me balling on the floor in agony
My emotions flare up like wildfire
The anger, the bitterness, the betrayal
The eruption of hatred for what you’ve done
The immolation of everything we had
Leaving me only with the ashes of your memory.
Then the pain surges again
Overtaking my body as it floods my senses
I call out and beg,
Asking for you to come back
Begging you to not leave me alone
Apologizing for every misdemeanor
For every hurtful word, for every regret
For everything and more.
I scream out into the void
Only to be met with silence.
So, I lie there broken,
Wailing in misery
Unable to move,
Unable to speak,
Slowly fading away
My blood pools around my body
Soiling my clothes and staining my skin
I sink into my tormented mind
Grasping the hilt of the blade
Desperately holding onto what’s left of you
But if I stay like this
Drowning in sorrow
The blade with bleed me dry
Leaving a husk of what I was
I have to remove it
But if I do, what happens?
I could mess up and make it worse
I could start bleeding more
I could pass out due to the pain
I could…I could…
But I know the truth
If I remove the knife,
I have to let you go
I have to live without you
But I’ve made up my mind.
I tighten my grip on the handle,
And begin to pull it out.
I feel it begin to slide out of my chest
Blood splurt out, splattering my hands
But I force myself to keep going
Cool air rushes into the open wound
It begins to sting
Sending jolts of pain through my body
Stopping me as I gasp for air,
Almost fainting from the pain
I grit my teeth and shreek
Pulling the blade from my chest
Casting it to the side
It clatters onto the ground
Leaving me with an open wound
Slowly, I get up
Trying to push through the pain
I hold my hands over the wound
Trying to lessen the bleeding
But to no avail
I stumble along
Looking for help
Trying to stay awake
But my legs give
And I collapse to the ground
Defiantly, I lift myself up
But I’m unable to walk.
So I crawl on
So I crawl on
Trailing blood behind me
To where the bloodied knife lay
To where the bloodied knife lay
I hear a familiar voice
But I can’t understand their words
I look up at the blurred figure
And reach out my hand
Silently asking for help
They grasp my hand, lifting me up
And supporting me on their shoulder
They speak again, concern in their tone
I try to speak, but instead, I cough up blood
And my throat to begins to burn
They hurriedly guide me somewhere
I try to keep going, but my body gives out
On the edge of my conscious
I hear more voices and see more people
And I fall into darkness, alone once again
Then, I wake up, gasping for air
And let out a shriek.
I feel for the wound,
but find it to be healed
Despite the pain and the empty feeling
I get out of bed
And walk to the mirror
I see the wound
Still open and bleeding
But not as much as before
