You slipped away slowly, first by days,
then by weeks and at last by months...

Don't you remember me?
My first word...

Hate is a very strong word.
But its the word I choose to use...

The first time I saw you.
I knew you were the one...

The wind blows,
The leaves rustle...

I woke up in the morning,
As happy as could be...

I knew that it would come soon,
The day was bound to come...

I feel the hate deep down inside,
Feel the lies...

I seen the darkness up ahead.
I'm almost there I quietly said...

They say the thoughts in my head are morbid,
And a cry for help or attention...

I want to sit in a corner,
All by myself...

I’ve made mistake,
Many weeks ago...