And in the space between your lips
Silence escaped.

I’m sorry,
I know I’ve been neglecting
I’ve just been dissecting
and expecting far more of myself
Than I think it was fair of me to ask.

And so I apologize
I just got buried too deep.
It’s been months,
And here I am again.

6 a.m.

And I still can’t sleep

Someone asked me
‘Why don’t you go get help?
You know you don’t always have to be miserable.’
But I didn’t want help.
Things would be so much more bearable
If I didn’t know what I knew.
But I’d rather feel the pain
Than live without a thought of You.

I’m running out of stories to tell
Nothing’s gotten easier
And I’m still headed for hell.

I used to think we would have lasted
If I just swallowed my pride.
But now I know, the only way
That would have happened
Is if I dropped the match.

So we could be side by side
With an epitaph 6 feet above us.

And like the glass against the wall
I shatter the silence
With a sound that’d make
A kinder man weep.

You told me I made you the happiest
That you’ve ever been.
So tell me, Darling,
Why are you holding me under?