I had myself convinced that we were going to be okay. I know it's fun to pretend. Just please don't wash me away, I'm not the stain on your dress and I'm not the mess in your head.

I still hear your voice in the back of my head, and it eats away at my soul every time I try to go to bed. So I just lie here in hopes that some day comes soon and my bones begin to rot and my body sinks into the earth so maybe I'll finally start to feel alive.

I can feel you forgetting me, and it hurts more than the wounds I cut open when you said you'd always be there for me. And I can feel you in my blood, so I let the blood from my wounds spill on the floor hoping I could get you out of my system. I guess this is what it takes to get over you. But I still find myself enjoying you, even though you're not around.

This isn't as easy as it seems, your smile left scars in my head and I wish I could forget you but I don't want to. I want to hold on to the times we had because there all I have. You gave me a beautiful life and I wish I could grow from this but I will only fall from this. I still have your letters hanging on my wall, they're a constant reminder not to fall in love.

I'm sorry I'm so sorry all the time, maybe being nice isn't as nice as it seems. I'm so hopeless it may seem, I wish I could take back all the words I said but you left and now I'm the one alone in this bed and ******* it hurts my head to know I'm still alive when I said to god, "I wish I was dead."

There's an empty space in the chair you used to call yours, now I'm alone in a home built for two and here's where I'll stay incase you decide you want to be apart of it too.

I felt the memory of you fade away and I forgot what it was like to have so much pain be washed away. You are the stain on my shirt, you are the mess in my head.