My smile was worn,
When I was with you...

My fifty second poem,
The end of the pack...

My darling why didn't you tell me before,
I can stop you from hurting anymore...

I do not know,
How to write...

You tell me all your secrets,
Of lies...

How come I'm friends with you,
I don't even like you that much...

Stood upon the gleaming tiles,
I gaze into the mirror...

A close call with death,
Tears falling for hours...

I stare at you slowly breathing,
You're asleep by my side...

Just because you cannot see them,
Doesn't mean they do not bleed...

If it weren't for you,
I wouldn't be here...

Hidden in the darkness,
Of the depths of this world...