A cold breeze grips my wrist tightly,
Your voice imprinted in my mind,
I still hear you,
A place I never wanted to leave,
I never did,
A suicide note is only filled with complaints,
A lose binds me to sorrow,
Will I ever feel this bliss again,
It’s poisonous to me,
Entering my veins with out welcome,
But as a child that hides his eyes from a scary movie but still feels the need to peer in curiosity,
I need it more and more
even if it does bring me pain,
It far better then feeling nothing at all,
A scar deeper then those I have made,
What was the point of you being here?
Did you ever really love me?
Or was it just a tease? |
