Analysis of Pain

Drop, drop, drop goes the rain.
As it pounds upon my veins.
A cool breeze begins to blow.
She whispers to me she must go.
At about the twelve hour it slowly
begins to shower. I feel a dull, sharp
pain. As I begin to go insane.
Standing, waiting for my phone ring.
A depressing song comes on so I
begin to sing. The taste of blood in
my mouth. As I take the knife and
go down south my last few
thoughts before it goes black,
are of how much I want her back.