Now how do I start this poem differently
In what way can I make you believe in me...

The headache rips through his head
His eyes hurt and chest heavy...

I miss you,
still mean the words I told you...

Red rise no more
Blood bleed for sure...

I can't bring him back
Wounded he crept inside...

To walk amongst the foolish and weary
Tired bodies of beloved mine...

I sit alone, in deep thoughts,
Amused over how our love now rots...

Every part of me screams to touch you
My breath whispers to my hands...

So here I am once again
back to the pen...

He can't write anymore
His mind's not clear...

My tears scar my face, my tears wound my weakened...

I don't know what to say
I don't know what to write...