Like the keys of the piano,
The notes of the violin,
The chords of the guitar,
She's my sweet lullaby.

Like the enchanted forest,
The vast ocean,
The blue skies,
She's my world.

Her smile,
Her eyes,
Her voice.
They make me feel euphoric.

I know it's wrong,
To make her my everything.
Wrong to feel this way,
Sorry.

Why does she have to be so perfect,
She's too good to be true.
She's an angel, sent by God,
For me-- another she.

My life.

As I sit near the edge,
I can't help but feel tensed.

Is this how I want things to end?
Me drifting away from reality?

Slowly I go down,
To the bottom and held my breath.

This will be it,
Waiting for the water to fill my lungs.

The end is near,
As I feel my lungs burn.

I'm losing,
I'm finding it harder and...

If you give yourself completely,
If you surrender everything,
Remember a lot of things can change.

At first, it will feel great-- knowing that your loved one is taking control of you.
But as time passes,
This dark void will start to consume you.
It will swallow you whole,
Not giving you a chance to fight.

So before you give yourself,
Make sure you're willing to be empty.

If you look closely,
Just enough where you can see,
She's sad and dying.

She grew tired--
Not of other people,
But herself.
She grew tired of herself.

She tried and tried,
Not knowing how put her life together,
She gave up on herself
And slowly blood dripped down her wrists.

"You little *****! As soon as I see you, you're dead!"--

Bedroom,
Closet,
I don't know where to hide.

Bathroom,
Kitchen,
Where do I go.

Think clearly.
Breathe in and deep,
He'll leave, yes.

His stomps I hear not from afar,
Searching for me,
Wanting to beat the living **** out of me.

"Come out now, it's about time we get this over with"--

He chuckles like a lunatic he is.
It wasn't my fault that I'm not the one for him.

"You know darling, if you just said yes that night none of this would've happened."

I remember,
That night in which he asked me that stupid question.
In which I rejected his love.

Then the doors of my bedroom flew open--
He sees me.

Run.

"You can't hide now. No one will know that you're dead after this."

"I've had enough already Bryan, I've given you multiple chances, I thought you'd change."

One.
Two.
He's inches away from me.

He stabbed me with a knife that he got from the kitchen.
Blood dripping down.

I tried to fight back,
He's too strong to handle.

"Get away from me you ******!"

I yelled as I managed to break from his iron grip.

"Love makes us go crazy Alex, you're the reason why I'm like this"

He pushed me against the wall,
And whispered--
"I love you, I own you."

Then I heard a loud bang-- gunshot.
Blood rushed down.

Red, my hands are full of red fluid.
It's not mine.
A gun, in my hand.

I shot him.
God shot a man.
I don't know how I got the gun.

"Bryan!!!"
I yell in horror.

"Wake up Alex, you're just having a nightmare."

Just a nightmare, I wish.

I fixed myself,
Wiping out the sweat from that horrible nightmare--
Surrounded by white walls.

Two more years and I'll be free.
I'll be out of this white prison.
Out of this thing that binds me.

I'm not crazy,
My reality is not twisted,
I'm telling the truth I swear.

He tried to hurt me,
I guess.
'Cause that's what I know.

Or maybe they're right,
Afterall.
Maybe I really am out of my mind.
Maybe my reality is twisted and broken.

Then I dozed off with the drug they gave me...

You were my dream,
But now you're my nightmare.

As she slowly drifts away,
He tried to get her back,
Back to where they started.

She lost herself,
In the midst of the love,
The love he had given her.

She turned into a monster--
Cold and harsh,
But he tried his best to tame her.

Unable to fix her,
She was completely gone,
He lost her.

"You're slowly killing me."
I whispered before you leave,
But you didn't hear.

Everything was just as it should be-
You and me,
A relationship full of glee.

***** little secrets,
Late night conversations,
Questions that come in randomly.

Everything was going well.
No fights, no lies.
No hurts, no broken promises.

But you failed to notice,
Time has been an issue,
You're too busy for me.

"Hey"
"Sorry I got busy, good night"
"Night"

Suddenly we seldom talk
You got tired.
I got tired.

You got tired of me,
I got tired of you,
But why are we still together?

Is it because we're scared of being alone?
Is it because all of our efforts will be put to waste?
Is it because we don't want to see each other with someone new?

Or is it just me?
I know I'm feeling a bit empty,
I know I'm too hard to handle.

Broken.
Sad.
Mad.

I think you're slowly killing me.
Everytime you forget to talk to me.
Everytime you let me wait alone.

You're slowly killing me.
I felt insecure.
I felt like I don't deserve you.

You're slowly but surely killing me.
And for I fact I know.
Soon it'll end.

I am emotionally unstable,
And you know.
But why can't you notice now?

I need you,
You're the reason why I'm still here,
But you're also the reason why I want to die.

"What are you talking about?"
You asked me as I said all those things.
Then you left.

Leaving me broken,
With a blade,
Alone.