Letting go... --IcyFire

There is just one thing that I'd like to know:
If it was I lying in that pool of blood on my bathroom floor,
and if it was I who cried out to you through broken words and silent whispers,
would you come to me, take my hand, and save me?
Or would you just ignore me, like always,
and leave me to go talk to her?
I've tried everything that I could,
I've spent endless nights thinking up ways that I could show you my love,
and acting upon these ideas.
I've tried, and that's a lot more than you could say.
I look into your eyes, and I can hear from your voice,
you don't care anywhere near as much as I do.
You don't care at all.
This is where I give up,
throw away those tear-stained letters,
and turn my back as you have done.
If you happen to not notice this change in me,
then it is final,
you don't care.
I'd do anything to change this.
Instead, I am lying here bleeding on my bathroom floor,
crying out to you through soft spoken phrases and lonely tears,
and all you can do is block me out, ignore me,
and go on your saddened way.
I lay here dying,
and it is all because of you.

--IcyFire
**5/10/03
(I just found this, but realized I never posted it)

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