Can I tell you all a story,
the story of lost love,
the story of regret,
the story of pain.

My story written in red across my arms,
across a fading attachment to reality,
across my shattered heart,
its pieces on the floor that I sink to,
so slow.

Can I tell you this story,
of constant life-or-death,
of feeling the end nearing,
my conclusion to this novel,
of my self-destructing life.

One more line in my story written in red,
have I gotten what I deserve?
Did I deserve any of this at all?

Perhaps you felt stressed by what we had,
because I'm just so ****** up,
because I need to be told
I won't be given up on,
since my intuition says
it's surely inevitable

I told you it was anxiety,
but I saw you leaving,
the one I loved more than anyone,
the one I still love more than anyone,
the one I trusted not to give up on me,
the one that promised she wouldn't give up.

I wonder, as I float in limbo,
when does this pain end?

It's the second hour of the day
The third hour since we lost spoke
My dear I know that you'll stay asleep
for just a few hours more

But my dear there's something I want you to know
Tonight I stood beneath my blinking street light alone
Looked up at the sky to see all the stars that glow
The street light shut off and the moonlight then set the tone
A single thought ran threw my mind as I looked into the sky

A single thought, that all I knew
is that these nights would be prettier with you.

Today I stepped outside and looked around myself
and what did I find?

I found a big blue sky
the sun in my eyes
a gentle breeze
swaying trees
and soft grass beneath my feet

And what did I say to what I found outside?
"What a lovely day it is to stay inside".

I stepped inside and looked inside myself
and what did I find?

A dark gray sky
No sun in sight
Harsh winds
A forest decimated by this plight
All around me, my sins
Exhaustion takes me under

And what did I say to what I found in myself?
"What a lovely day it is to die."