What am I feeling? I can't do this.
I can't.
Everyone is right. What am I doing?
I feel empty.

I won't be able to sleep tonight.

My black tulip kept me up all night.
     Her eyes were in the back of my head
     Her lips were on the tip of my tongue.
     If only she'd been in my bed, she'd know how much I'd hate to run.

I cut out my own heart
It's bleed...