My lust for life exceeds me,
My state is of anxiety...

Bits and pieces of you lay scattered around the...
Bits and pieces of your memory, makes me cry...

My friends know it,
I dread thinking of it...

If a leg breaks you wear a brace,
If a pen breaks you replace...

Goodbye sweet friends,
Your kindness I feel is wasted on me...

Eyes,
They are supposed to be a gateway...

Her head is clear,
She has lost all her fear...

I get the knife from the kitchen draw,
Gripping my teeth I slide it along my arm...

My heart races a thousand miles,
The clock chimes its sweet sound...

Every bed has its monster
Every ally has its thief...

This is just a vent, a realistic venting of my...
Perfect imperfections haunt my memories...

This is not about me...
He emails her...