Last night i sat upon my bed,
feeling so alone,
your words stung me too deep,
i dont think i can manage the pain,
your cold heart burned me,
ripping me in two,
peeling the skin off my bones,
leaving me bare and exposed,
though no one saw through my eyes,
the pain i kept and all the lies,
they saw instead a happy girl,
no one saw what hurt her most,
no one saw the troubles she encounters,
like the fact she cant shake the pain,
it keeps her awake at night and no one will know,
that the thing that hurt her most, was you,
for i killed that girl and all they knew,
i took that heart you broken,
and taped it back with bloody tears,
and my wrists so red so devine,
and i whispered just one last time,
how much you mean to me and i,
mean nothing to you at all,
for you left me when i needed you most,
and ignored the fact i loved you,
you forgotten me and now i lay,
broken hearted, so to say,
but nothing hurts as much as to know,
how you didnt love me but i loved you so,
even in death i will lay awake,
wondering what else i must make,
to make you see that i did care,
but even still thats not enough,
for here i lay covered in my blood...
