Sitting here in the dark,
wondering which page to trun to next.
My heart beats faster,
while my whole body shakes.
I have no idea what will be written,
or what will be said.
But it'll just be another block of words,
to tear my heart to shreds.
The tears roll down my face,
and I don't know what to do.
None of this would have happened,
and everything would have been fine.
But I was left alone in your room...
just fo feel like I wanted to die.
I took that knife,
and cut my finger tip,
just to get the sensation of death.
The one that I'd been longing for all morning.
What if those are true?
I don't know how I'd go on.
Those words you've said,
now I don't know if I should believe.
believe in your heart and soul.
I'm  having a hard time to believe.
So maybe I'll just give up,
and left my life fail.
TUrn into the nothingness I once was,
and turn my head,
and just walk away.
Maybe who knows.
Thoughts like these are just temporary.