"did you feel it this morning when you woke up?
                  what?
"the sadness"



                          of course.

you
don't
      *******
                 understand
   how
I
        feel


and don't try to because you won't get it

Would you still love me if you saw the slits on my wrist?
the wounds on my heart?
If you knew my world was falling apart?
that I was dead from the start?

there are so many things I should've said but I thought you knew.
         my guilt stares me in my face.
but there's nothing left to do,
now I only have my sweet memories of you to embrace