“You are bleeding and I am aching. Your eyes are pleading. I see longing, regrets, and a silent, helpless cry. I want to save you, so, I run to you. But, you signaled me to stop. "What? But, why?" --I asked. And then it hit me... I am holding the knife.” LovePainPoetryRegretLongingHurtingAching Book:Love, Lavender Pen: Volume II Source: Love, Lavender Pen: Volume II