Dying slowly
As I sit awake...

My dear
my savior...

I sit at Home in bed
(She said...

I would like to be a punk rock star.
I would drench my hair...

Cry urself to sleep
let the tears soke your pillow...

Bathing in my own blood
cringing at my ignorance...

Giving up is hard
being given up on is even harder...

The blade slips
the blood drips...

Gazing into your eyes
taken in deep...

Your absence duely noted
the horrible act of betrayle...

As i lay me down to sleep
i pray...

Confused
and...