my hands haven’t
stopped shaking,
since she’s left
she took my soul with her

heartless and numb
cold to the pain
i break my teeth on bottles,
forgetting your name

i want me back,
my peace and my sanity
for all you caused was pain
put a dagger in my chest
and ****** my name

i miss you
i wont lie
my love for you is true
but the pain you left is everlasting
so when i call for you
i find myself, screaming
catastrophe.

Life is a beautiful lie and Death is the ugly truth.

and although i'll most likely make the mistake again...
you were the lesson i needed to learn.

all the good ones die.

or become no longer good.

where is the line between creativity and insanity?