Is it really love
when I'm just an afterthought,
and you're not sorry?

Blind hurt and anger
covered by such tender love;
but is it worth it?

It's two fifty five
and goosebumps cover the skin
where your lips should be.

I have a question,
That and many more,
As I stare at my reflection.

I'm outside a building that makes no impression,
There is but a single window, no door,
I have a question.

These people have a strange expression,
I have never seen such a smile before,
As I stare at my reflection.

I rap on the window to attract their attention,
They do nothing but ignore,
I have a question.

Wait, I know the people gathered at this session,
I know that and much more,
As I stare at my reflection.

How is this for some deceitful deception?
It's my family gathered on my funeral floor.
I have a question,
As I stare at my reflection.

Mindless days and numbing nights,
does a satisfying sleep exist?
So sick of feeling like I can't feel anything,
all I feel is sick.
Lashing out at those closest to me,
what else am I supposed to do?
This has to end,
my eyes are raw from pointless tears.
My heart can't take another night of this.

Suppressed moans, kiss marks,
convulsions under my touch.
Bite your lip, baby.

Forgive and forget,
your lips on the mess I made.
Sometimes love's enough.