I hate
Hate
Hate
And I wish I could say it wasn't you
But you taught me never to lie

At my funeral
Cry tears of blooming cyclamen
With daises shattered to the wind
Of thoughts far too late
And as you walk away
Leave cedar flowers at my grave

I don't remember the last time I ever cried like this

I don't want you to reach out
After you let me fall
I don't want you to reach out
Even while I stand alone
I want nobody to care
If I live or die
But even while I stand alone
I look at you and cry

It's funny how pain
Only strikes when you don't expect
And never is good enough when you do

It's soothing
The beads of pure red
Purer than any colored pencil or marker could signify
It doesn't even hurt anymore

The doctors all say
Our minds can't remember pain
Why then, do I still remember you