So wrapped up in memories of a year's past
I knew it would happen but not for it to last...

I have just cried my first crimson tears
My life has succumbed to what I feared...

Several empty bottles lay by my side
Because I want nothing more than to die...

One day… I tell myself
I'll go back to my house...

Oh no you’ve found my secrets
I guess no one is who they appear to be...

The words I say, the words I know
The words I repress, and the ones I show...

Some people in this complicated world have...
ok so this is not a poem. it started out as one...

You are not here, where are you?
Where did you go? You cannot leave...

You think I am happy
Hah! You fool...

Imagination is will of the mind
Open your thoughts to something new...

What kind of world is this
Where one can't even say hi to their neighbor...

I don't want to hear about the friends you lost
Or another sob story about the person your'e not...