requiem of a romance gone-presumed dead was it the flowers?-over done? a bouquet once they bloomed now without any sun- to nourish, doomed to die alone-together, cut from; on the vine sullied- love left untried, everyone cried
these memories haunt me always my knees begin to shake I can't find the off-switch to this terror when I sleep and when I wake. these voices are too kind to me telling me to die I deserve much worse and more and all they want is a goodbye. I waste this time away and rot because I cannot seem to speak when all these words are stuck up there and my mind becomes too weak. too weak to say anything at all to speak any truth or meaning I am paralyzed by all my friends left to all but my breathing.