You broke my heart when you left me.

You flew away and into a car.

You've always been an angel, but didn't use your wings that day.

In fact, you didn't even use your seat belt. You didn't use your steering wheel. Didn't use your breaks. You just drove right into them.

Why..

   why?

You left me my friend. What am I supposed to do, now?

Without you, a piece of me is lost and I don't know if I'll ever find it again. I don't know if it even exists anymore.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't knowwww, I wish you were here to help me. I wish I was there to help you.

A pity party is what
I call this sad affair,
No matter what I say or do
nothing seems fair,

The world is an ever
disappointing place,
None understand or even care
All turning out to be a despicable race,

I'm alone, tears running
down my face,
And it seems everything
is such a menace,

For a soul to understand
it would be quite rare,
For now I'll just sit and sob
in my own depressing lair.

You made flowers grow in my throat in the form of laughter only to tell me your true name is winter and they will soon die.
They will be replaced by alcohol and sobbing at 2am alone in my room until I cannot feel anything anymore.
You will be the worst winter I have seen and I have seen bad winters.
My mind will be that car flipped over railing after losing it on an icy road
It will not matter when Spring comes along because Spring will not have a chance, for I died on that icy road when I found that thin piece of metal that was not made to **** me.

We are vehicles
Constantly passing each other on the streets
Each containing its own world
Each with a different destination in mind
Sometimes we collide
Causing sparks to glint off of our metallic outer shells
Before propelling us in a different direction
Throwing us off course
We carry things and people with us
And when we cross paths with others our loads become either heavier or lighter
Sometimes we breakdown from lack of proper care
And need someone to put us back together
And get us running again
Why must we pass by each other so quickly?
When will we stop?

These dreams of ruins
won’t let me sleep at nights
I often find myself surrounded by wrecked walls
as if I may have lived the lives of a thousand knights

Walls that once would have been so proud
stood there marvellously and astonished the crowd
But now they stand in the forms of shaky megaliths
making me wonder by what force of evil they got ploughed
I try to imagine the unending suffering it must have brought
Moments ago I could hear a few whimpers
but I can tell you now, they were actually screeches
since everything is ever so clear and loud

I tell myself, I can’t stand this dreadful sight
so I turn around, trying to look away with all my might
I even try to look at the ground,
attempting to forget this vicious game of thrones

but look! What tricks this brain plays
still tries to disrupt my gaze
I SO want to get away
but it confronts me in all my ways
Shows me more wrecked walls
not letting me, yet making me want to run away
and finally, I do wake up! But the memory stays ...