I stand in front of the mirror, torn and confused.
How could you have done this to me, after all these years?
I rip off my shirt, exposing my chest, tonight is finally that night.
I reach down and grab a knife with my shaking hand.
Looking back at the mirror, my mind is made up.
I put the knife to my chest, and just right.
It should only take one quick cut, to finally end it all.
With that thought, I swipe with the blade.
I drop to my knees, breathing heavy I let go of the knife.
Clutching my chest with my hands, my mind starts to feel light.
Looking back at the mirror, I feel somewhat happier.
I let go with my hands. I let it drop to the ground.
It looks cold, just what I thought it would be.
Your gift to me, that necklace, the one that said you loved me.