I crumble to the ground,
Shatter like a mirror...

I lay on the hard kitchen floor,
And stare into her blind, silent eyes...

With this poem, i would love to have some...
She sits in her room...

As I bleed out,
On this cold, hardwood floor...

I wish i could tell you,
but not in my dreams...

The lights flash through my window,
I hide my face in my pillow...

I can dream,
Any time, any day...

Looking threw this foggy window makes me wonder,
What am I in this world...

The drops are slapping the ground,
Almost like punishing it...

I guess its hard to say,
That I would make you pay...

Best friends,
The inside jokes...

Shouldn't let the pain,
Let you fall...