Many Thoughts

I think many thoughts that wonder though my head
when i dream about you, all alone in my bed,
wondering if i should be alive or if i am better off dead.

this life i am in, this life of fun and games
no one wins, and no one is to blame
i sit in the corner, of my dark room
wondering why the night sky has become so Bloom,

wondering where you are, as the night passes
nothing comes to mind, as my pain surpasses,
my pain slowly begins to subside
as i am left, with the only choice to die.

i blame you for the pain that i am in,
as the knife slowly Pierce's through my skin
it stabs through my flesh,
as i realize that death, is whats best.