There is One thing,
only One...

NOTE: This is not like a normal poem and is very...
Like a Black Line that Runs Down a White Page, Who...

Look at me,
and tell me who to be...

No one in this world,
Loves you as I do...

I swallow your words
and choke on your lies...

If I were to write my suicide note,
I'd use a red pen...

When I add up the days
that make up my past...

I am trying to reach
but the length of my arm...

Right now,
the doors in your life may be closed...

A thousand words
Run thru my mind...

/\,~White isn't really a color at all,
or so artists will say...

.
that is me inside, struggling without you...