There's a sadness
flowing...

My purple glasses are always a wreck,
sliding down my nose, their lens dirty...

I didn't even realize it had been a year
since you saw my raw heart, eaten alive...

Witches galore, hidden souls ready to soar
cobwebs of the heart can no longer cloud...

I was laughing along with the
receptionist as I usually do, new...

It's hard to
give...

You became my high, my up when I
wanted to dig myself a grave and tie...

There are times when I want to hit that button.
Self-destruct. I've done it before, why not again...

I can't keep you from
rising in my heart...

Don't ask me
why...

If looks could kill then I'd hold
the key to resurrecting...

I'm to that point where I don't know what to do...
Where am I supposed to go from here when the past...