• I sit in my room starring into the blackness,
    trying to understand what its like to be dead.

    people say im insane,
    locked in my room curled up all day and all night.
    Surviving on nothing,
    waiting for death to find me.

    He said no many times after he said yes,
    he broke my heart into peices small enough to be thread through the eye of a needle.

    I tryed tape,
    but it wasnt strong enough.

    I tryed glue,
    but after that wore off the peices were even more tattered than before.

    I can feel the tears rolling silently down my face,
    as I struggle to keep my breathing even.

    I just want him to look at my dead body the way he never did when i was alive.

    I felt around in my pocket,
    and for the last time the wounds on my wrists woud be open,
    and the blood would poor from me,
    taking my misery with it.