This act of passion has left me feeling empty.

Take my hand and lead me on. Even if they're not real, they're the best moment I'll ever have.

It's amazing that when you fall on your ass you have time to stop and think.

As I seek to justify my existence, I realize I come up short for answers.

I am whatever I happen to be. Everything I do and everything I say can be explained in one sentence...that's just how I am.

I can’t erase the pain of yesterdays; the past has been etched in stone. But I can however, create a vision for the future, something to hope for and hold on to.

You shattered me. I slit your throat with the pieces that remain, drowning in your tainted blood. Christen me.

Crisp, crystal teardrops freefall to the parched ground, opened with welcoming arms and anxiously waiting for its sustenance with intensity that mirrors no other.

If you so choose, grab someone’s hand and aid them in removing themselves from the pit of their depression. However, be warned, realize when they are too far gone and release them before they drag you too down, with them.

See past my fragile disguise. See the real me, shattered and bleeding. Lying amidst my broken pieces, screaming behind porcelain walls.