They laugh at death and suicide. The world has...
Two deaths
Two weeks...
I lay on the ground, eyes bloodshot and wet,
My tears staining the hardwood floor with sorrow...
You sparkled my life with joy,
Leaving me feeling whole...
If I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to...
The insanity
slowly creeps upon my almost lifeless...
My hands cold,
my fingers trembling...
You came up to me and asked,
"What's wrong with you today?"...
Would anyone notice?
Would anyone care...
I don't care
I give up...
Sometimes I just whisper
into the humidity drenched breeze...
Although you left me, and why,
you won't say...