Well it's over for good now.
You have confirmed that
I am not for you
and you are not for me.
I sit her staring at the stars
trying to figure out what to do
but I cannot.
I thought that maybe, somehow
there was still hope for us
but that is not true.
My legs can't stop shaking,
the tears won't stop falling,
and I can't stop thinking.
Thinking about your sweet smile,
your beautiful face, your eyes,
the good times we had.
Oh god, someone needs to save me
really quickly too.
My mind is crumbling into pieces,
my heart...already gone.
My blood is now dripping
from these old scars reopened.
The thoughts, these evil thoughts
that I am thinking.
I want to take these pages
and rip them up
then set a match
and light my life on fire.
This is indeed the last poem
I will ever write.
There's no more to write about
this is the end
for me, for us.
Feeling better
with these fresh cuts on my arm.
This is wrong
I know it in my mind
that I shouldn't be doing this
but my body is stronger
it has taken over now.
I can't control myself.
There goes my mind,
I don't understand anything anymore
everything is a lie
and the world is fucking wrecked
I don't believe in anything
I can't, it's all wrong.
What's the point anymore?
of living, of breathing...
see what you've done to me?
You could have made it all better
but you chose to fucking kill me.
Now let me pour my heart out
as it is spilling out onto the floor
sure we've had our bad times
but there were far more good ones
and that should make you see
that we can still work out.
But you still say no
you've already killed me inside
so now let me finish the job
that you have started
so many methods, so many ways
now all that's left is to pick.
Let's go old fashioned
the building jump it is.
I'm already standing on top
of this ten story building
you ask me to come down
you beg me, don't jump.
I can't hear you anymore.
I am already gone.
