Lips stained red, messy bed, all alone, last night she bled.

Orange tinted sheets, hearts skipping beats, I don’t know what to do, someone help me please.

Bright yellow flowers, in the bathroom near the shower, the vase fell off the counter, waters been running for hours.

Green vines wrapped around her waist, dying eyes and a dying face, the look she has says it all, she’s being taken to a darker place.

Her bright blue eyes drained of life, shaking, as he held the knife, that had stabbed her in the back one hundred times, if only there was never a strife.

Purple bruises all over her skin, she never knew she wouldn’t win, not very expected, because she always thought “I’m so much stronger than him.”

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.

I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be left alone. My thoughts drip too deep to the blackness below. Am I really alive or just existing? My view is consistently, painfully twisting. Late at night too anxious to sleep, unwelcoming images start to creep.