Can we forget the heart wrenching memory,
Of the day I came out and said you weren't good for me,
The day I set out to change my destiny,
By deciding you were no longer a part of me,
That was what my head was saying anyway,
My heart was singing a completely different melody,
But it was high time we said goodbye,
For it was only getting harder for me,
But I'm still really sorry,
I had to be the one to deliver the heartbreak.

Past;

When this girl cries,
She doesn't pour her heart out to a diary,
She opens her wrists and bleeds the night away,
Never thinking of what were to happen,
If she were to cut too deep,

Present;

Things have changed a bit,
She's trying to stay clean now,
Staying away from the blade,
As well as the *** she craves,
But she thinks it will all stay the same,
As if she can't quit her pessimistic nature,

Future;

Well to be honest I don't know where she's headed,
That chapter in the book has not yet been written,
But when it finally is written,
I'm hoping its gonna work out on her end.

This situation reminds of two things,
The first thing being, black lilies.
Sad like a funeral.
Making tears run like waterfalls.
And memories hit me like a tidal wave.

The second being,
Diamonds.

For that is what you were to me,
You lit up my whole life.
Made me forget about day to day life.
And the worries that came with it.
But, we grew apart.

Or, I did.
I don't really know.

Either way, I want you to know,
That you were the diamonds in my life.
Diamonds, next to a bunch of fools gold.
But no matter what we used to be,
I think it's better, we stay apart.

A day in bliss.
I couldn't be much happier than this.

We're walking through trails,
Fingers intertwined as we roam about paradise,

But.
The bliss soon comes to an end.

Someone grabs me from behind,
And a blade is pressed against my neck,

I analyze the situation,
And as a tear slips down my cheek,

I whisper,

Leave me. Let him have me. He'll only **** us both,
I don't need us both to die,

I managed to choke out with what was my last breath

The unidentified predator slit my throat,
As I watched you walk away.

Rain falls like pain splattered teardrops,
on what resembles a half broken heart,
worn on a sleeve for far too long,
but is only frosted pavement,
iced over by the harshness of winter,

Soon to be covered by one too many snowfalls,
erasing the memory of what was once rains canvas
to create art of actual feeling,
without hidden complexities,

Making the once crystal clear image,
to become clouded with confusing imagery,
of things even the most intellegent minds,
cannot grasp,

Which is why I find the world these days,
to be nothing less than perplexing,
the simplicity of everything is gone,
it's no longer cool to be original,
everything now has to be in riddles,

A tragic story you'd rather not let unfold,
a character you wouldn't take the time to name,
and a scene made for heartbreak,
and desperation.