I have a problem
I listen to music so loud I can't hear my own thoughts and everybody says I'm going to go deaf by the age of 20 but at least I won't hear you say that you never loved me
I have a problem
Your favorite colors are silver and red so I take this blade across my skin again and again and bleed out the beauty that you said was only on the inside
I have a problem
My vision is blurry as a bottle drops from my hand
The sound I hear resonating when it shatters sounds miles away like the memory of our first date with champagne and roses and you loving me
I have a problem
I need to feel a pair of hands around my throat. Get a grip on life, ******, I love you.
I have a problem
You used to hate cigarettes. But now that you're gone, one always resides between my fingers where yours used to be and hopefully if I smoke at 11:11 you'll care enough to come back and stop me
I have a problem.