fate of despair

the sky outside is grey, but the storm is within my room..
The shouting and screaming,
the torturous beating..
she screams my name at the top of her lungs,
as her fist connects to my face..
you called me a bitch,
you called me an ass,
but the only thing you never called me was yours..
So after you leave I sit and cry,
dreaming of a time when passion was left..
the searching within my heart grows slower,
the pit of my stomach falls lower..
strange sounds fill my head as I reach in the drawer..
kill kill kill kill kill kill kill DIE..
I pull out my knife and put it on my bed..
I turn on my music..
I find one of your pictures..
I lie on the bed, holding knife in one hand and picture in the other..
I run the blade over my wrists causing the little crimson rivers to flow..
as darkness fades out the light I hear a knock..
as you walk in the door you find me a bloody mess..
you hold me in your arms and tell me you love me..
it was way little too late..
You sit in my room holding me for hours, waiting for the police to come..
life without you is not a life at all..