The razor rests upon my wrists
Scarred with time
And the impossible mountains
I've tried to climb.

He will never know the secrets
Behind my pain
As the blood carresses my skin
Like scarlet rain.

No more suffering and no more tears.
No one will remember my lonely final years.
Locked behind my enclosing death,
I whisper those undeniable words as I take my last dying breath.

I love you.