March 24th 2009 *JRL*

The wounds have dried now but the blade still drips.
My eyes are all cried out but the pain still exists.
Theres no ending this.
Lost forever in a world unkown.
Holding on to a dream nobody can know.
Why am I still here?
These scars are almost too much to bear.
I just want to forget,
forget the way he looks at me,
the way he makes me feel.
But time appears to be standing still and I'm just the dust blowing in the wind.
Old and used up.
He dont want me nomore.
He never did.
His hands have gone cold and every touch burns my soul.
He runs through my veins like a poison,
a sickness that just wont go away,
runs deeper with every passing minute,
making me overthink.
Oh what did I do wrong?
Howd I make him mad?
but none of that even matters at least of all to him...