unhappy anniversary

He never knew what she held back. He never knew the secret she never told him. She wanted to tell him, tell him everything she did that night when he wasn't there to hold her. She wanted to tell him how much she longed for him to be there that night, the night when she picked up the blade again and began re-opening the scars that were supposed to be gone. But he could never be there again, she could never again feel his lips on hers, she could never again be held in his strong arms and be told,"it'll all be alright." The night she cut was the anniversary of his death and the begining of her own. She cut until her eyes closed forever and her last breath was a sigh...