After all the things,
Said and done,
I’m still alone,
And you’re not there.
The feeling of salt and vinegar,
Rubbed deeply into a freshly infected wound,
Slashes trough my heart.
All of this pain is soon consumed.
Sucked deep into the void,
All that is left is gone.
Said it all before,
But no one was listening.
It’s over now,
As the blood drips glistening.
Over the pain,
Over the suffering,
You can still hear me scream.
I drown in my own blood,
So did I die of loss of blood,
Or did I drown first?
For I laid face down into the puddle.
Which is it that hurts the worst?
To love and not be loved,
Or to be loved and not love.
Answer me for I seek the answer.
Leaving all life behind,
Is there going to be anything there,
Or will it be nothingness?
