(this poem is currently in the process of being...
My head lays on my pillow...

Here, in this tumultuous world,
I have this truth that stands...

Of all things great and wonderful
I wish that I could care...

Killed me with a fantasy
That clearly wouldn't ever be...

Empty here, without your eyes
--Broken, and it's no surprise...

It is apparent,
gauging from my presence in this pitch black room...

She tried to warn her teachers,
She tried to warn her friends...

You Promised Forever;
You gave me one week...

We never had a chance in this,
it seems our love is gone...

I had a lapse in judgment.
My vision was askew...

She holds his hand in
Confidence...

Hell exists, though you don't see
it in a book or on tv...