bitter is wrapped up in my world lived in vain. bitter is inhaling my laughter, exhaling his pain. i think bitter is precious to me-- he lets me do things i'd never do willingly. when bitter is sleeping i am awake his darkness is gone but my bones, they still shake. i think bitter is the reason i cry. i think bitter wants me to die. bitter shot my brain with a gun, stabbed my heart with a knife and broke me with a word. one word that made me this-- a girl who dreams in only black and white. a girl who speaks to herself at night. a girl who thinks despair is complete delight. the word bitter said to me was hello. and now bitter is me -- my darkened soul. :)