Today I hurt the one I Love our paper union crumpled stood a broken man yet tears not formed inside his soul too dead to mourn
He wept all night tho no sound he made he cut and sliced with long shiny blades till all the darkness, black and contempt lay oozing out onto his bed
Now he sits patiently waiting the screen he screams, wishing, debating just one message or call anticipated his eyes burn from the light, praying
Swirling hate and distaste remains he would end it all if her life would be saved but her heart now broken and cracked, black as his can never be saved except without him