I sit here thinking, about you. Nothing more, nothing less...

I think about us, I think about the way you use to look at me, when your eyes sparkled with a perfect smile. Then I look at myself and all I see is pain, regret and loss.

Sometimes I wonder why I still fall for you, why I still love you. But it's a question I can't answer, maybe it's because you made me feel special, little by little I realize all you’re doing is the same thing to every girl you kiss, every girl you trick into your own joy and happiness till you feel like you should move on. I hate you with a passion yet I still love that sparkle in your eyes...

You drove me to this,
Your fault,
No choice for me,
Always a choice but not here
Not now somehow, you've decided this.
Your doing.

I press the blade down gently,
Run the cold edge along the
Popping vein of my wrist,
Blood, spewing out,
Like an uncontrollable fountain.

It hurts at first, stings,
But then you get used to it,
Feels good. An equilibrium of pure sensation
Not to mention the satisfaction,
Your, pure.

Demons drained out of me
A wondrous feeling, now I see!
But now the feeling is gone,
It just hurts as its always done,
The pain rises my fingers numb,
I collapse, my skin cold, lips blue,
As far as movement there was nothing i could do.

And now my corpse lay here to rest,
Did i fail one of life's tests?
This empty feeling, it's nothing new,
Now forever my dear, i shall be thinking of you.

everyday
i just can't stop thinking
about whether or not
you're thinking
about
me.

and even when I love you
I still hate you
for what you did to me

or do I just hate myself
for never being able to let it go

Was it fun,
Watching me dig my own grave,
How about when I tripped and fell in?
No. The most delightful part must have been dropping the dirt on top of me.
Watching me suffocate,
Alone and helpless.