What's left

Someone once told me that I could find happiness whilst plucking petals and I believed their foolish whispers that came in off the window sill. So days stuck inside I spent shredding innocent daisies that never stood a chance. All the while one name echoed through my head, one desperate plea.


My hands shook with the cold that I wrapped myself in. Shook from the desolation I lay waste upon my insides with. They said my eyes were dulling into grey, yet I was trying for a more repugnant black. Never did I once understand the pain that lay within, Never did I try.



Because aren't we all broken little fragments? Excuses for corpses with our hands in our pockets or stroking a last cigarette. Delusional was quite the word I may have been shrieking but honestly I don't remember a thing. I only remember you.


So many nights began with nightmares and the days ended with screams. I kept searching for what could comfort the burning in my heart but i was meet with broken stutters about religion. All I knew is I had to find a way out of here. All I knew is it wasn't you anymore.







And all I knew was nothing.