Oh god, is this the end?

5:50 PM

My tears fall to sting my broken heart. The pain they bring to my soul that's already torn apart. Look at my face, drowned in sorrowful tears. I didn't need space, I needed you here ! It was suppose to be "we" But now, there's only me. . . We were suppose to be forever. Do you hear the sound of a million broken promises crashing down on the cold hard ground? Do you smell the scent of thousands of dead dreams becoming reality And my life force being spent? Do you taste the bitter taste of uncurable loneliness, Never to be lost in life's haste? Do you feel the pain of knowing you were never right? . . . Do you live with that shame?

Sticks and stones may break my bones but the world has already hurt me. You left me and now I am like little pieces of green glass representing who I used to be, shattered on a splintered floor, alas. I couldn't keep my feelings inside. As I reached for my knife, I can no longer hide the marks I've had all my life. The red of my blood so painful And the white of my skin so soft, Mix to make the shameful colour of being lost. And no other being coveys that feeling like you. The misty spray of the waves, crashing against the obsiclian rocks is like the lasts days of our love before we came to the docks. I stand at the shore's edge, waiting only to be with the waves peaceful ledge. They will embrace me for who I am. And I am nothing . . . just a broken heart, with a broken plan. And now I am one less. Do you hear the sound of a million broken promises crashing downon the cold hard ground? Do you smell the scent of thousands of dead dreams becoming reality And my life force being spent? Do you taste the bitter taste of uncurable loneliness Never to be lost in life's haste? Do you feel the pain of knowing you were never right . . . Do you live with that shame?

Sticks and stones may break my bones But the world has already hurt me. Undo the laces of my being, See I bleed for you . . . Tell me, sweety, what I'm seeing, Tell me what I need to do. Run your hand across my skin, stretched tight and waiting for your touch, I cannot escape this feeling -- Suddenly it's too much. Lying in bed 'till noon, I can't wake up, It's too soon. The things you promised me, I cannot live and I cannot see. Without you there's no me. What to be? Pieces of my hear abandoned on the ground, you stepped on them and ripped my dreams down. Even my bloodpainful cannot cure me of this wound. Tell me -- What did I do that was so shameful? I hear no wrong sound. Tell me -- oh please tell me -- What was wrong, What was I suppose to be? This story is too long but it needs a bend, And I keep going on straight
oh god, is this the end?