• I reach slow and carefully,
    For that knife on the counter
    So eager to leave this life
    Yet regretting what I'm leaving behind.

    Staring glumly at the wall,
    Slowly dragging that knife over my wrist
    Wincing every few seconds that I cut a vain.
    Bleeding out on the floor.

    The front door slams shut
    I know I've been caught
    He walks in and gasps
    I'm sitting in a pool of my own blood.

    He picks me up
    Drive to the hospital.
    My vision is getting fuzzy.
    Everything goes dark.

    Now I stand there,
    Staring at him and staring at me.
    I've never seen him cry
    But his tears come fast.

    And I'm regretting
    Thinking death was the way
    The only way to escape
    But I guess I was wrong.

    Now I look,
    He's sitting in a pool of blood
    And no ones there to save him.
    Not even himself.

    Now we stare together
    At the cold tomb stones
    Slowly reading the heartbreaking words
    "Lived together, died together."