Black.
The colour of Depression...

The dripping of the blood makes me gag.
it makes me quaseay...

Butterfly kisses pressed to her cheek.
Calloused hands running over her pregnant belly...

I wake.
it's still dark...

You ask me why I cut myself.
You ask me why im sad...

The words they are saying turn to ice.
they revolve in my head...

Happy, vibrant and energetic.
thats what i used to be...

Everytime i see you,
i feel the love so much...

3 weeks after you got the cancer,
you slowly slipped from your hospital bed...

I hate my life!
Nobody understands me...

Your words hit me like an knife through my heart.
as i read what you wrote, i felt my heart break in...

I sit there,
not listening to the words being said...