As I lay there with feet so numb and lips so blue i whisper those few words,
fuck you.
The tremble of your hands and the shake of your head you scream with your eyes,
i wish you were dead.
And as all s i l e n c e s seem to go they fall to the ground and are buried so low.
Days will pass and months will fly, whenever I see the stars I start to cry.
I will cry for all of the memories past and for all of the moments that couldn't l a s t.
I will end this sad monolouge in a sad little blog.
