"I fell when I was a little child and a broken glass bottle cut my wrist."
But I knew better.

There is no air.
I am trapped.
I am trapped in an ocean.

Water begging to be let in.
My screaming lungs on the other side refusing with all their might.

Cold cement walls on every side.
Silence.
Millions of tiny cold pieces of rock
for every time I think about you.

Dark forest at every turn.
All the trees look the same.
And no one will hear me for eternity.
Wailing with such weak desperation.

The feeling is close to a thousand wolves ripping me apart.
Claws digging into my selfless blood.

Blades of regret ripping through my broken heart.
Wishing i'd kept it to myself.

It was a mistake.
I am a mistake.

I don't like going to bed.
Because I lay there thinking about you instead.

I feel haunted by your memory to be honest.
I must tell you that these nights are the longest.

I would do anything for you to have never left me.
But now you only exist in my memory.

I Just want you back.
You are the one person that I lack.