You asked me so many moons ago little one why?
You looked at me with those soft green eyes and asked why?
Why do you look so sad?
Why is there a cut?
Why is there blood driping from you wrist?
Why do you not answer me?
Why do you not stop?
Why do you do this?
I couldn't answer you then,my dear one.
But now as you lay there about to drift in to another world, i can tell you all my answers.
I look sad because my heart is breaking,why it's breaking ,because Death loves me,because of that all my love ones leave before me.
I cut ,because i can not handle the breaking in my heart,because of that i hope Death will take me home this time.
Why the blood,because it carrys my life with it, I the fool that I am, hopes that Death will accept it as payment for loving me.
I don't answer you because, did not what you to see the fool that believes in a tanted hope.
I didn't stop because there was no point ,before now.
Why do I do this,because the pain,the love, the thrill of life is all to much for someone such as me.
Now you with your soft green eyes can rest in peace little one, for now you have grown in to me,someone that is broken ,but stronge and still has a spark of pure hope in her soul!!
