a drop of blood on the floor... sparkling red... beautiful and lonely... more will follow, falling like the rain from the sky... memories cloud my mind... his eyes, his voice... words... a smile. and all the things i should've said, but never will.

walls up, defence in position, feelings swept aside... you don't seem to hear my cries, nor seem to understand... i can't try anymore.
this life is based on lies... the blood begins to seep, dripping to the ground... feeling no fear, feeling nothing at all, just emptiness.

"...You float like a feather, In a beautiful world, And I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special..."

slowly slipping through the fingers of caution... only to fall into a bed of rose stems with thorns... and loose the last grip of reality. my world welcomes me. fake, illusionary happiness, but at least no pain... i see you again. and it breaks my heart to know the only reason you are here now is a reminder of what I'll never have...

"...With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your
lifeless hand.
Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end..."

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