You walk away,
slowly each day,
i try so hard to make you stay,
but my empty words
go astray,
i tell myself the words i have to
tell you,
but i cannot bring myself to you,
if only i could,
i would take your hand
and heal the pain,
ill take the life of sand,
and give it life today.

Its better to be nothing,
then to breathe in something,
i will always be this way,
i will always bleed today,
and the pain of life,
continues to kill me more,
if i could close the insanity door,
i would,
if i could kiss you today and heal you,
i would,
but its always the same,
always the pain.

Dear Happiness..

to hell with you,
and to hell with me,
we are nothing,
just the stuff we bleed,
i'll cut your eyes out so you cant see,
i'll make you feel what i feel,
Bleed for me,
Your nothing,
Your hollow,
Untrue apathy,
is what i see,
ill hope to see you soon,
love me.

P.S I hate