You haven't been around lately
when storm clouds filled with emotion
have been gathered overhead.
I tried to tell you that I kept running
into walls of suicide,
but you didn't want to listen,
which made me die a little more inside.
I cry inside of me,
praying through the tears,
that if you could see me now
you would know how much
I try to hold on,
and the affect you have on my mind.
And these glass images I have
of those days we shared together,
are smashing into invisible pieces
until there is nothing left -
