Twisted-Black-Rose

You hold my wrist. So slender and small. You wonder why, i can harm them at all. I look into your eyes. Wondering how you survive. You threw my knife away. Bringing my wrist to your mouth. Kissing it softly. Whispering for me to never harm myself again. I start to shed tears of happiness. Smiling because, i now know someone cares for me. In this world, that is so lifeless and cold