Breathe Me.

Craving for affection.

Sitting on a pillow. 

Imagining.

Daydreaming.

What it would be like?

If everything was gone?

Hurt.

Pain.

The burn in my heart.

The soul of my body.

Breathe me.

For I have done the worst.

Cringing in fear.

Of what I want to loose.

I would want.

To leave.

Rather die.

Would death be an option?

Decisions.

Routes.

Dilemma.

Breathing.

Why?

Just why?

The hole inside.

Like walking on broken glass.

Bleeding.

Through the veins.

Like watching someone die.

Unleash the demons.

Finding the light.

I'd rather rot.

In the dark.

The dark is worth it.

My feelings.

Doesn't count anymore.

They don't know the pain.

They don't know the misery.

They don't know the hurt.

A person goes through.

Thick and thin.

The end isn't worth it.

The worst part is.

There's no one else to blame.

My world.

Is big yet so small.

Breath me.

For I am to be blamed.