Both Gone

Chilled to the bone I find myself searching, wanderings through my house.

For what a soul of the one I have loved.

Or shall it be the one I ought to love.

The one I long for the one I would killmyself for.

The pain is like two screws on either end of my head bbeing hammered into my scull.

I am overcome by excrutiating pain, of not knowing.

It happened so fast the knives, the blood, the screaming.

Then everything goes black without warning.

As the memories flood back into view.

I try to place everything without losing my mind.

Not knowing weather to let go or keep looking.

Walking up to the attic climbing the stairs.

Opening the window staning on the ledge.

I jump not being able to take the world anymore mixed feelings before I hit the ground.

Then the pain is finally over.