Day one:
I cried,
And thought about,
What made you leave,
Or did I push you out?
You said it wasn't me,
But they all say the same,
'Cause you promised you'd never leave,
But then the time came.
I blame myself but resist the knife,
It was you that helped me regain my life,
But now you're gone I've fell off track,
I'll lie at the side until you come back.
Day two:
My friends stay by my side,
Scared of what I'll do,
Think I'll go back to the knife,
Would I do that just for you?
I'm not sure yet,
I'm not thinking straight,
I wish they'd stop worrying,
I'll be ok.
I tell myself that when I lie in bed,
All these thoughts swimming around in my head,
I wonder if this is what it's like to be dead?
Just darkness and thoughts, a memory of what you said.
Day three:
I'm sure that there will be no return,
When I'm cooking for me,
Theres always enough for two,
Spending my days crying,
Just longing for you.
You don't understand that you're my other half,
I lose control and begin to carve,
Bleeding but not hurting,
Your name into my arm.
Thats where it will stay,
But also in my heart,
Theres nothing to do anymore,
Apart from self harm.
Day four:
It ends here because death comes to all,
I'm so weak without you to hold me up,
The reaper has called.
Theres nothing left of me except the body I killed,
Couldn't take the voices in my head,
Into my brain they drilled.
Theres no day five, six or even seven,
Nobody goes to hell,
Nobody goes to heaven,
They just exist as nothing,
Because this is where they were driven.
The reaper took my hand and let me to a smile,
Theres nothing here but clouds of thought,
it stretches out for miles,
All sad thoughts, they fade away,
All for you, it ended this day.
Day six?:
This day should never have been,
But it was because you were late,
You came back but I'm already dead,
You found my body, you filled with hate,
You wondered how I could do this to you?
You went away without a word,
I left you to sit and cry,
It all adds up to one question,
That question is why?
Because you did it to me,
This is my payback, for killing me,
I'm so sorry and I love you,
But you were to late,
So won't you join me in death?
Let the reaper take your hand. |
