Suicide By Murder

I have chewed all my fingernails
and gnawed on my knuckles
but this guilt won't go
I have cleaned all the bloodstains
and wiped all the fingerprints
but this stigma won't stop to show

And I will try no more to break apart
from my culpable self hurting from start.
But why do you stay
when you did your part?
Why do you stay
when I carved out your heart.

Could I have killed you
when you already had no life?
Could I have killed you
when you were dead before feeling the knife?

And did you really took a part of me with you
Did I commit my suicide by your murder, now I have no clue.

Will this be written
in my sins or in yours?
Will you answer me
if I keep banging your heart's doors?
Forgetting my face as a criminal's
you won't be able justify yourself
Until you cut your heart out
and put in a jar on your shelf.

No angel will resurrect you,
you will lie still in your grave
You will not be able to breathe again
no matter how deep is your crave.

Nor will I be able to breathe
I will only writhe
within the scars
We promised to share everything
I will not let you take all
this death is together ours.