my left arm
is that time i didn't ask
if you were okay      
my left leg
is that fisrt time                  
i changed for the worse          
my right leg
is that time I cried to you        
and it broke you apart
my stomach
is the last time
i spoke to you      
did i say that i love you?
my marks
are for the time
i wasn't awake                    
when you were dying

i'm marked with fault
i didn't do enough to save you