That girl sits there everyday
with that agonised look on her face...

I'm sick of writing love poems
from writing about you...

My head is gone
my mind is non existent...

*this isn't actually a poem, I'm just writing this...
everyday...

Everything was fine
just another night...

*this is a true story that is going to have a lot...
My eyes fluttered open...

Darkness descends upon our touch.
nothing good ever comes from 'us...

Why do i cry
why do i weep...

A shiver of pain, vibrating through me
his fist connecting with my face...

I walk through that door
everyday...

Another day
its all the same...

Blood fills my mouth with the broken glass that...
It cascades to the floor and drowns the white...