My collection of poetry and short stories

The next 2 a.m

Here I lay unable to sleep
My thoughts are running much to deep
Digging through my past
I knew my happiness wouldn't last
Tears won't stop falling
From my swollen bloodshot eyes
And I can't stop thinking about how much I want to die
There's so much pain
And not enough to gain from this so called life
Is it really living if I'm not alive
I may be breathing
But I'm dead inside
No longer should I feel like this
If I die I won't be missed
Though this won't be the end. Not now
I still have to figure out how
My heart wants what made it broken
It's like missing the knife that put a hole in your chest
Because somehow, without that knife, you have nothing left
Maybe that is why I still love you