You mustn't take the blame.
Don’t you ever feel ashamed.
I will never be the same.
Let me go, I never felt oh so cold.
I’ve never been so alone.
I cant see, so just take my hand and lead.
Why cant I love you.
I just miss you.
Why cant I sleep when your not next to me.
I just feel so restless.
I’m just so breathless.
You took my heart and fixed it.
Now you just ripped it.
I want you back.
It will never last.
You just took everything.
If you thought.
You were the everything.
Forever must I rest.
To you this was our last goodbye.
I just wanna forever cry.
I love you, but do you feel so much pain within.
I hope you love me too, for I am ******.
How could god forsake me, I’ve chosen the demon.
I’m planning my demise.
I’m sorry for my treason.
For what I did, the chains are binding.
Forever tightening.
Deaths grip is hurting me.
Don’t you DARE leave me!
You loved.
You punished.
You have killed.
All innocence left is corrupted.
Like a murky gas and its fumes.
Nothing is left.
Just the lust I still have for you.
For whatever I do.
Just know I still love you.

We make mistakes and fix them with glue, the cheap sort of glue that can't hold much together. So we wither in our pain and make a boat with our imagination. Because something is better than nothing, and heart ache is better than not having a heart at all. And we give reason to the things that aught not to have any, and we give light to the dark in hopes of gaining some sort of relevance to what we call life. We patch up the stains that are left from the looming sun that breaks the soil from it's dewy demise. We cancel on the weak to find someone willing, and we prey on the minds of weeds in the garden, because no one is perfect, and no one wants to be alone. We end up with who we think we deserve and regret everything and nothing all at once. We accompany our fears to the dinner table, but hide them with the broccoli in our napkins.

I just let it happen because it's something to do.
I just let myself bleed, because it's something to see.
I break the glass on purpose to feel what it's like to be in control.
I push myself to the limit to remember deep down that I'm still sane.