Stopping My Life

I didn't mean to stop yours.

I would've held on,

To anything.

Someone.

Something.

Nothing would've taken you away,

Even when the days turned grey,

And the sun was too afraid,

But it was too late.

I'm stopping my life.

You would've stopped me.

Just a little.

Enough.

A little more.

Nothing would've hurt you,

Even through my virtue,

And rainy dew.

I'm stopping my life.

I'm sorry,

That I couldn't save yours.

Here,

In this house,

The rain never ceases to pour.

Even over there,

Sitting by your door,

I couldn't have built up the nerve,

To see through your window,

To observe,

As you cried beneath the belt,

And I would've never known,

How that felt.

And here I sit,

Holding a knife.

I'm sorry,

I'm so sorry,

But I'm stopping my life.

Author's Note

Thinking back to when I was having problems...