the point of this,
is to take away the pain.
so why instead,
do i feel more pain.
leaving an horrid stain,
in the bottom of my destroyed heart.
the liquid trickling down;
giving chills down my very spine.
the colour so red and bold:
i am enjoying this ungrateful pleasure too much.
It hurt him when i told what thing i have done,
I felt hopeless and weak.
He told me to never worry,
he told me he will take care of me and all will be ok.
My friends hidden in the darkness of this scene.
They will always remain hidden.
Only the few who know,
Will keep it forever untold.
Me and him are no longer one,
Pictures no longer make me feel content.
He feels the same though he never tries to share.
our past is marked,
our past is destroyed and forever there
i will always think of him,
i will always feel what he feel:
forever here and now:
until the tragic end.
