And you traded my love
For a bag of ****.

Leaving me
A numb
Helpless
Human being.
Stuck
In the middle of my own storm.

And
These fragile memories,
Create a new crack in my wall
Each time they come back to visit.

And as you smoke that joint,
All I can say
Is that I hope it's sweeter than our first kiss.
I hope it make you spin even faster
Than when we danced to our song.

And I hope that
It makes you happy.
Because apperantly,
I never could.

I want to disapear.

Far away from anyone or anything here.

Swallowed in a cloud perhaps,
With the sun and moon keeping me company.

Pebble after pebble,
my lungs fill.

The words "i'm sorry" have no meaning.

All I see is the black tangled mess that covers your head.
And the room is filled with echoes of once cherished memories.

Every second,
another drops.
Each drop takes away the meaning of the words spoken,
giving everything a bitter taste.
Nothing can come out of that word making hole on your face.
That weapon.
That promise.
That opening that tells others what you want, what you need, what you feel,
what this all means.
Or how sorry I am.
No words can fix this.

Every time I say it another pebble drops.
Eventually everything is meaningless,
And I can no longer breathe.

Seven trillion dots.
And they say no two are the same.

Each similar.
Composed of the same substance.
All the same thing.

Like snowflakes, they say each and everyone is unique.

I don't feel unique.

I can draw.
So can anyone else.

So whats so special about me?
One little dot.
A speck.
Nothing but dust.

Like everyone else one day I will die.
My body will decay, and memories of my flesh will be forgotten.
Just like you.

Each dot is a dot.
And there is nothing special
about a dot.