• To find your soul,
    but you're lost within.
    Defined by your own self.
    You love it,
    you hate you.
    You hate you
    for living,
    for breathing
    alone.
    You decided to end it.
    The blood stains
    the floor.
    I'm searching
    I've found you
    But I am too late.
    I'm living,
    I'm breathing.
    You're dead.
    Not breathing.
    I miss you,
    already.
    I loved you.
    I hate you.
    For leaving.
    Me here.