Could not inspire me enough
To write what I need to say to you
But here it goes anyway
Meeting you was a test of fate
Becoming your friend was my choice
But loving you, that was beyond my control
Loving you, was giving you the power
To hurt me beyond repair
And trusting you not to use it
But life had it out for us;
Enjoyed our pain
People laughed as we withered and died
They just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And said that death was on sale that day
How clever they are
Too look inside
I don't know why they bother
All they'll find is suicide
And maybe a hint of remorse,
Some dry blood
And the illusion that we
Did something with our lives
How cliche
Don't you think?
That we died of a broken heart
Or a broken home
Or a broken soul
...But nothing comes
And nothing goes
If you look beyond all my
Stupid words
Behind the metaphors and such
All you'll find
Is a blank page
Filled with my emptiness
Utterly transparent
That's encrusted with your essence
And your lies