Like brokened down kingdoms, with its shattered...
as we take in the reality of everything.. we shun...

This is a poem I wrote for my friend. She kept...
Hidden behind these walls are the memories we kept...

A solid grip holding tightly and grasping firmly...

Two hours of sleep
hearing the alarm clock...

You sit on your throne
judging me, how does it feel...

While we started out strong
i had feelings that something was wrong...

I was left to bleed out..
ripped and cut...

Her heart was broken
now so is mine...

It's been awhile since ive done this
Even beginning on where to start is hard...