My love,

Lying still in a cold lonely bed,
Pale lips only your name they call.
Barely alive and in some way dead,
My chest can still rise and fall.

Swimming in the ocean of sharp knives,
I cut myself, trying to make it right.
Yes, made mistakes for a thousand lives,
But the one done to you is hardest to fight.

Please understand, I couldn't hear what you said
But now, your voice echoes in my head,
And for the first time, I truly want to believe,
I can be loved and finally choose to live.

- Your girl.

P.S.
You could be my unintended.
I could be your unforgiven.