I lie Broken on my bed,
With Nothing else to say...

I lie on the floor
in a little ball...

I want to hold onto this last memory of you
because that's all i have left...

I hate every memory of you
And you know why it's so true...

How did I end up here?
In this barren wasteland, with no signs of escape...

It's been a while since we talked last
it's funny how seconds with you fly by so fast...

One day I was looking at old photos,
While I was walking down the lonely boulevard...

Pitter, Patter,
What's the matter...

*This is probably the most personal poem I have...
When I had the chance to be with you...

See me,
And turn away...

I could say that i love you
but it wouldn't be true...

I hate feeling like I am abandoned
I hate being the only one who will ever be alone...