Twist

The poem i wrote you
it was on my wrist
but it somehow ended
with a twist..

I hit a vein
before i was done
then the blood spewed out,
and i started to run.

I ran to your house
and shouted your name
with blood still dripping
from my vein.

I ran inside
and up to your room
I start to get weak,
its quite hard to move.
I find you asleep,
I crawl in your bed.

I dread you wake up
to find me dead,
I lay on your shoulder
and close my eyes.
waiting for your dreadful surprise.

I don't wake up
and neither do you
I don't know why,
I guess someone knew
There was blood on your pillow
and all over the bed.

I had cut my wrists
you had a bullet in your head.
Its better this way,
you don't have to see
the lifeless body
that used to be me.

the poem i wrote you
it was on my wrists
but it somehow ended

with a twist...