No Ending

Date Written: April 2o, 2oo8

&& these tears rolling upon my cheeks,
Would they even make any difference?
What about the breaths I wasted on you?
Would you even bother replacing them?

Drugs swimming through my system--
How do I get them out?
Why does it feel I'm drowning?
Why am I the one hurting?

I can feel your coldness from my hidden sanctuary;
It gets to me. It just gets to me.
I never knew that such coldness burns--
Burns severely on your skin..

Sometimes I want to run;
Run far away from you.
But only far enough,
For you to miss me the way I miss you.

I wish I could tell you what kills me inside;
I wish there was a way.
But you're pulling yourself away from me--
Constantly withdrawing yourself from me.

The love we have; your voice of safety;
Was everything, was my everything.
&& my shattered words are so rigid,
My feelings are withering.

Trapped in my own madness.
Help me. Save me.
This is just getting harder..
Help me end this one.

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Inspired by the song The Last Song Ever by Secondhand Serenade.