Drip. I Stare Down At The Ground. Drip. My Eyes Are Tempted To Drift Towards You, But I Know Better. Drip. My Eyes Jump To The Loud Noise, In This Silent Room. Drip. I Stand Silently, Walking Towards The Noise. DRIP. I Spin Around- Only To See You, Hanging From The Rafters, Motionless. I Shut My Eyes, My Head Screaming To Pull You Down And Scream Until You Wake, But I Know It Shall Never Work. Drip. You Have Perished, A Silent Tear Making It's Way Down My Face. Drip. I Fall To The Ground, Crying Softly, You Claimed You Where Okay, Not That I Should Have Cared For My Kidnapper. Drip. Or My ******. But What Can I Say, It's A Case Of Being A Misanthrope. I Love Him. I Love Him. I Love Him. Your So **** Selfish. Waiting Till I Loved You With All My Heart, To End It All. I'll Never Forget, My Case Of Being A Misanthrope. Drip.* ~ Kat Herondale.