Walking down the streets hand in hand
Eyes meet and we stop where we stand...

How do you stop something
From slipping through your fingers...

I love to
Hate you...

I love you but-
I just don't have the heart to tell you...

I close my eyes but sleep does not come
I try to give in but insomnia has won...

It's a feeling in my gut that forces fear into me
It's a feeling in my heart that forces screams you...

So this is the start of another sad poem
And it goes a little like this...

Your just like the kamikaze of honesty
Nothing you don't say and nothing I cant see...

Five days later
I'm and trying not to slip...

One word after another
One thought...

As the blade slides across my wrist
his words linger in my ears...

A slit wrist and memories
theres nothing left but my feelings...