• That day i went into the kitchen and picked up a knife.
    I wispered, "whats the whole point of life?" I carefully
    poked it into my pulse watching the bloode ooze and cause
    redness over my wrist,which i had broken 3 years ago.
    I felt the pain sting but i didnt care if it stings,
    coz soon i'd have wings. I prepeared for a harder shove at my vein,
    when i heard your sweet voice gracefully say the beautifull words,
    "what the ******** are you doing?" i cringed as i answered.
    "Stopping my heart." You sighed and took the knife, you closed your sweet
    eyes and smoothed out you shaggy brown beautiful hair. You carefully,with force
    stabbed the knife into you heart and stopped YOUR heart instead of MINE.
    I gasped and burst to tears next to you pale white body,knowing my love had been
    lifted,no reason to die anymore. But at that moment i realized my reason of life.
    You. Who is now my reason of death as i carefully picked up the blood stained
    knife and did the same,i fell unconsious on your body. Knowing we are together,
    once more.
    heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart
    that has not happened YET,but if it ever does,i will know that my crush Z*** will have me in heaven or hell. and if we go the other way i'll scream at god or cuss at the devil until we're together.(and i might just kick an angel)