So bad..

Something wet fell from my skin
Something stings, i guess you win!
The instrument for pain falls to the ground
My eyes grow weak, as i look around

The pain reflected in my hand
Is nothing compared to how, i feel inside
You insulted me, in every possible
And still i live, only for you

Descending again to forget your face
The pain occurring in another bloody space
I celebrate now my festival of pain
As i try to call you again

The room turns instantly dark and cold
God!! i want you to hold
Only you can mend my heart
Why? when you ripped it apart

The pain grows increasingly
And my breathing intensifies
I miss you Giovanni.
SO BAD!!