poetic justice 1

as i lie in a puddle of my own blood,
i feel the pain start to flood,
a lone tear runs down my cheek.

and then it hit me, a light in the distance it was no heven nor hell, it was the one i want, the person i need with me,
it was as if a part of me was missing when she wasnt there,
she was my light she was my pain she helped me reolise. the pain she takes away when she is next to me.