Happiness seeps from my heart, like blood from my fingertips. Until it’s gone and I am cold and alone. Lost in the darkness, with only hate and fear to bury me under disbelief. Pain and suffering I’ve had to overcome, burn from the bottom of my soul, waiting to be released. Through you never look me in the eyes; I can feel your heartless eyes burning flesh holes in my back as I walk past you. You never asked if I was ok, you just left me to drown in my own tears and sorrow. Everyday I wish you’d come back and set every thing straight between us, but all you do is act as if I’m not there. I walk a dark road of loneliness, and as I pace back and forth across it, the vines of hatred that grow there, gash at my ankles with its thorns, as if trying to scratch away the little bit of happiness I have left. I run form them, trying to contain what I have and keep it forever. As the blood drips the memories go along with it, I’m running to your picture in my mind, until you’re gone and all that remains is a brick wall, which seals all of my memories inside of it. I walk a lonely path, and I am blinded by you, in total desperation. I’m being suffocated. Wrapped up so tight, I am unconscious. Gasping for air, I am confined by your chain of memories.
