You.                                 you
Even on the edge
of sleep
of death
of dawn
a knife
You are the thought that keeps me.
I stare at the ceiling
and you are the thought that makes me get up,
the thought of seeing you again

When I wish it was over because
I just can't be alone anymore
thinking of you puts the knife
rope
pills
back on the table
I can't do that without seeing your face
your smile
one
       last
                time
                                              before I sink to the soft black night for forever
You are my dreams
my heart
you
are the reason
I am here