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...

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

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...

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

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

The End
When I wake up every morning...

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

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