Red covers my vision.
I throw my pillow at the wall
And the hot wheel car tacked to the wall falls,
Falling like my heart when I heard.
After my rage,
I see only blue,
Darker than the depths of the ocean's trenches
And I cry.
Ripping out hair.
Ripping apart clothes.
And beating the mattress of my bed.
Then a sort of trance envelops me.
I blame myself,
You screamed at me to leave,
And I left,
When I should have stayed.
I was selfish leaving you alone like that
I wanted it to sort itself out,
So I could have my friend back.
So I wouldn't have to deal with it.
I never thought of you.
Three letters
Y
O
U.
One big mistake.
S
U
I
C
I
D
E.
Suicide.
Taking your own life.
Death brought upon you by your own hand.
Some people say that
Unlike others,
I tend to
Cry more about how
I could have saved you from your
Demise,
Everyone talks about this behind my back.
In case you didn't hear,
S-some people say that,
U-unlike others,
I-I tend to
c-cry more about how
I-I could have saved you from your
d-demise,
e-everyone talks about this behind my back.
suicide yet again.
and black settles over my heart