I walked away,
As She bled to death,
Excruciating pain, cries for help,
Simply waiting, for the End.

It is when I look around that I realize,
How many people I don't like.

Sometimes,
I like to wonder.
What, am I doing?
What is my purpose in life,
The reason for my existence?

Then,
I realise I know not which direction
I am moving in.
Or whether I'm moving at all.
And in that split second,
I don't even know
What makes me happy anymore.

I forgot your name, in the
process of trying to remember.
It danced and spun on the tip of my tongue, then
fell to the floor, shattering into fragments of blue,
guilt stained glass. You, with
wide eyes and a firm frown, watched and cringed
at the sight of this, and I was left attempting
to remember the name of the girl of my dreams while
she stormed out of my life in those pretty six inch
heels. It wasn’t until you were gone that I remembered
everything, except how to forget you.