"How can I help you get back where you were?"
Come on now, you should know better.
The lacquered polish of lies said one time too many
I can't get back to where I was, not now.
I live and breathe you.
Tell me I deserve the world.
Crave me.
A barely human safety net, trying their hardest to break your fall
(I'll burn her apartment to the ground)

"If you saved any of those photos of me, delete them before you die." I almost said, but that would set it in stone.
Bitter, but at least I still have a sense of humour,
or perhaps pity for myself. Either way, inappropriate, insensitive.
You're the one struggling.  
Not me, not my fight.
Referring to everything as a battle is sort of overused. Why not a tournament?
A championship?
I've never heard anyone talk about
their mental health scrimmage.
Use your vocabulary while you still can.
I ruined three letters already,
tears pooling to blur the ink of a crudely drawn ****.  
Maybe humour will keep you alive; I think not
I don't want this irrevocable.
Bad nights are one thing, but I'm decaying, dissolving in time with you.
Counting the days by phrases is simple.
I'm sorry
I just want this to be over
And to think I woke up happy
This is right
This is wrong
Happiness is in the small things
My head hurts
I'm sorry to cause you pain

"For the failure,
  For the broken heart,
  And miserable      

If only I could be born again,
I would choose not meeting you
If only I could be born again,      
I would choose to not through this way
If only I could be born again..."
                                              
But I can not be born again..
I will not wish to,
for the rest of my age left
for the thing that would never happen
for my new age..

If I were born again,
I would still ask to meet you,
And this way is the thing that I always want..

Happy birthday, to me.

when I painted the house
I was so tired that a piece of me may have slipped into the can
now I'm smeared all over your room
painted in drips like the teardrops our faces know so well
and you have fallen out of love with me
but I live inside your walls
hearing you kiss her so hard
the plaster might just crack
and the pictures we hung up might just shudder off their nails and shatter