How long has it been?
Four or five months now?
It feels like forever and nothing at the same time,
So go and take a bow.
I see pictures of your face,
Tear stained and smudged,
From fingertips gripping desperately,
My heart still holds a grudge.
Those pictures, your pictures,
My heart feels like it'll break,
Shards of ruined glass,
Shattered open in your wake.
Except you won't,
You
w o n ' t
You'll stay sleeping,
Leaving our eyes weeping,
Allow the Grim Reapers reaping
And ignore the blood seeping-
Your life bloods flowing from your wrists now,
You're getting colder now,
I think of those photos now,
My heart breaks again.
Written in 5 minutes as a way to let out some grief, I don't think I like it so I'll probably edit it or take it down sometime soon.