Just A Corpse

"Ok, This is like a quick down poem. Made up on the spot. Its not great but it will do."

Im holding on to each memory.
As if it were a limb.
All those crazy days.
Meant so much to me.
But nothing to You.
Just the simple things.

I could see how you felt inside.
You never let it out.
Too afraid of the Truth.
If only you'd told me.
That you didn't love me sooner.
You wouldn't be sat in pools of blood.

What have you done to yourself.
Your just a Corpse now.
I know you never wanted me.
But you were my all.
Why did the feeling have to take over.
And slowly destroy you like this.