It's hard to say goodbye,
Especially to a passion...

I never understood what I was,
I never was able to write that easy...

Sitting alone,
Silently screaming...

So many words have been spoken,
Written in these scars...

Shaking in bed,
Its just a dream I'm told...

"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...

Writing,
Escapes...

Its seven in the morning,
I look at the clock...

Sitting patiently,
Awaiting the news...

As I walk around,
I see so many others happy...

I lay in my bed with this silence,
As most people are closing their eyes...

Here we are,
Just me, myself, and I...