I watch you from across the room
But as you glanced up, I looked away...

Crimson lips are dripping
Acidic blood and bile...

Self destructive patterns
I try so hard to stop...

Before this I thought I'd felt
The pain of a 'heartbreak...

I hate to have to say this
But I really have no choice...

In the quiet of sleep and the darkness of night
When your wishes and dreams help your soul to take...

So bored of the mundane
Tired of all the same...

Looking out the window
Watching the world go by...

The End
When I wake up every morning...

I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, hoping things...
If anything...

I hate the way my trousers fit
And stomach muscles aren't as defined...

Memories come rushing past
They're bittersweet and tainted...