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 did it again.
I promised I wouldn't...

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

I smile.
It's fake...

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

Hope is for the fool,
Who can no longer find a reason to smile...

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

There are many things that I enjoy
Like hope, or a smile and a grin on a sunny day...

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

Sailing silently, drifting slowly
Among the fishes and reeds...

Aching.
Sad...