Puddles

Slowly dying in puddles of pain,
With an ever beating rash of rain falling.
Tears won't stop falling,
And scars mark my white face.
No hope, no care,
No structure of me, or the graffiti on my neck.

Cris cross of emotion,
There's no right way out now.

Just left there to die in vain,
Blood pouring out; no tap to turn it off.
Leaving sickness behind,
Drowning, gasping for air, I don't have time.
Slowly fading into the darkness of the night,
Taking what would be the last breath.

Heart stops pumping,
Chest stops moving. Lost.

Words of sorrows, never spoken of,
Too late to save me, gone.

Flowing feelings that were never seen,
Now flood my grave.
Still, drowning in a pool of scars that have
Ruptured open; choking me.
Only wish to recover, I don't want them
To see me like this, a wreck.

Scratched on my face,
Bloodied arms stiff as ever.

Puddles of pain, they will die with me,
They will have to clean the mess.
Room filled with memories,
Why did I come to do this?
Back to when I was happy,
They still can't believe. I'm gone.

Left too soon,
I never got to kiss you beautiful. Xx