Hand in hand the skies 
Were blue. There was a lot 
between me and you.   
  
But now the skies have turned   
to crimson red  that spills from    
my wrist when I fall into this  bed.   
  
You were the one who taught me   
How to feel. Now that you're gone,   
I'm my worst enemy who I want   
to ****.    
  
Nowhere to go and no place    
to hide, some place far   
away is where I choose   
to reside.    
  
Living like a square is    
no longer my taste.    
I drive away with this glock   
strapped to my waist.    
  
People can say what they    
want to say. Their opinions    
are not valid and are kept far away.    
  
As the people you love look at me with    
such disdain, I continue    
to fill with all this pain.    
  
A pain that cuts to my very core,   
whats  left of my heart is now an open   
Sore.    
  
No reassurance from the stars for    
they are all fading. My death is what I'm now contemplating.    
  
The end is easier to    
Embrace as I pour this glass and self medicate while my angel's have   
lost their grip and are about ready to vacate.     
  
Before they retreat to the sky, I surrender and let them hear my cry.    
  
HELP