what if I killed myself, would you want me then?
with slices in my wrist and my hair done all nice and pretty?
with my eyes shut and lips blue, would you still want me just as much as I want you?
would you still want me in your arms, if my heart that once beat for you lays still,
out of your reach, lost under your charm?
would you still love my face, expressionless and blank,
or would you imagine me like my old self smile on my face, even though it was always fake?
it doesn't matter anymore darling, the blood kept flowing, deep enough where I felt like I was floating.  and my heart was aching, my head was falling, eyes getting heavy. diagonal not straight. everyone knew this was always my fate.