"I woke up one morning,
Looked at the daylight sky dripping red giving off a warning.
Like it was telling me that today you will feel agony,
Dear child, get your black gown on and mourn on your sanity,
It said to me with bleeding eyes,
Don’t cry over me dear god i screamed hearing thunder louder than my cries,
I ran to the bathtub holding my tool of recovering,
Looking up for forgiveness to this endless suffering.
I heard the skies laugh at me with one aim,
They were pleased with putting me to shame.
Blades went through my skin letting blood drip as slow as snow fall,
My eyes started to tear and my mouth ran dry and i had no one to call,
My heart started praying to what might come next,
It prayed to stop maybe that was for the best.
A wish was granted to that bleeding heart,
Which will forever be torn apart.
Bleed now you’ll never rest in peace,
You’ll eternally live here being torn piece by piece.”

At 4am you're either on top of the world, or under it.

I used to believe in God.
I used to go to church and say the prayers.
I used to sing the hymns and read the stories.
I used to have faith in a higher power.
I used to believe I would go to Heaven.
You never understood.

You never liked church and you thought prayer was useless.
You rolled your eyes at the hymns and laughed at the stories.
You put your faith in yourself, in your family and in me.
You said Heaven was on earth and right by your side.
I never understood.

I used to believe in God before you died.
Church held no answers and the prayers didn’t work.
The hymns couldn’t heal me and the stories annoyed me.
My higher power took my faith and threw it in my face.
But worst of all, worse than anything else, I knew Heaven was a lie.
Because the real Heaven was on earth, and you were torn from my side.