Perhaps it is only me
but i feel as though...

I recall your hate filled eyes
I recall the million punches...

Things got worse
smiles held lies...

Everything you say
I replay...

The depression
has taken a turn for the worse...

Imperfection
coved by perfection...

It hangs in a fine balance
swaying ever so slightly...

There is nothing I can do
A disorder is all this is...

Laying in bed,
thoughtsof you...

As you talk
About your old life...

All i can think about is you,
I've tripped...

There you were
lying on the ground...