I will listen to sad music,
with the curtains drawn,
dark room, dark soul,
****** heart.


I will think about things
best left alone,
things that would scare
you.


I will keep those things
locked away, and I will
eat or drink my sorrow,
until I feel nothing.


You took part of me
with that final needle
in your arm.


Some days, there is
just no hope.