Lying here limply...No joy to be found
Feeling nothing at all, sprawled out on the ground...

Aching.
Sad...

I smile.
It's fake...

I wish I had a million wings
So I could soar up and fly...

I am a rose...
And like a rose, I will be short lived...

I hold her no more
The gash in my heart...

She loves me...Surely she loves me
But that voice in my head, it won't be silent...

She held her lover in her arms
Stroked the face of beauty...

Some friends no longer
Seems a friend to be...

Shimmering, shining
Glistening, crying...

I wasn't lying;
Hate I feel none...

A slice across my skin
Bright red pools forming...