Done

Done caring.

Why should I?

Loathing

Cutting...

Numbed

By pain

Feeling

For love

Darkness growing

Flooding my Heart

Hatred Swells 

Filing innocence

Burning white hot

Black Coals
Fueling fire

That face,

Your face, 

Forever etched in my brain

Burning against my cells

Drinking to rid those memories

Smoking to find
New ones

Cutting for what?

Pity?

Self Loathing? 

Of course

That's it

No...

Yes?  

Last thing

I need 

Is You 

Killing me with words

Saving me with lies

Leave. 

Ill live, 

Will you?

Author's Note

Kind of just came to me one night not sure i like it myself:)