Desperation

In the face of my passed will

I see my old moments of desperation, 

Unaltered as they always were,

Destined to always stray behind me.

When will this controlling mindset

Leave my already bitter soul, 

Tainted with anger and scorn for anyone who approaches.

Why does such a tragedy have to be mine?

Beneath the heart with hopes and dreams,

There is nothing but blood,

Flowing only as a method of torture,

I'm alone in here. 

Dearest love, call me colorblind. 

For in the mirror I no longer see rosy skin.

But rather flush faces with self-drunkenness.

Am I alone?

Forget me, so that I may not affect you,

But forget me not, so I may have value.

You're better off without me- 

Don't go.

My heart hurts today.

Ground against the hard metal resting in my chest. 

Will you miss me?

Would you love me?