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Rivers of tears
stained blood-red.
Wrists pour freely,
the blood i shed.
I weep for words
that were left un-said
you can't break me
when I'm already broken

I've waisted time
on thoughts and dreams
when it was
really false reality
your note in my left hand
a knife in my right
i see your reflection
when i hold it to the light

what could you have said
to keep me from dying
and how could you know
that i had been crying
your words cut deeper
than a double edge sword
what were you aiming for?

to break my heart?
its already broken.
to pull me down?
im already there
and pinned by my owny despair

your selfish words
are mine to keep
i read it everynight
when i can't sleep
your memories are deep
within my mind
i burry them deep
so they wont be found..