Lying on my bed,
leaning on my pillow for support,
wishing you wouldn’t have died.
Praying this was just a dream,
then waking up to the yesterday I fell asleep to.
Knowing that you are not coming back
I let out a tear of pain,
and cut the first cut of the rest of my life.
The cut that would let people judge me,
the cut that would mark who I was,
the cut that I would bleed from for the rest of my life.
The knife danced down my arm,
making a string of red.
The waterfall of blood fell,
my worries vanished.
No fear, I was living in the moment.
As my worries fell back to earth
I cut another cut
After many waterfalls,
after many tears,
after all the cuts,
I joined god in the heavens,
and walked down the streets of gold with you in peace.