How do I feel,

what can I say?

Well for starters,

Just talking to you makes my day.

 

If I only could see you,

I don't know what I'd do.

Maybe I'd run

Maybe I'd hide

 

Or maybe I'd take one look at you,

Turn around and cry.

 

You probably don't love me,

but you swear that you do.

After so many heart breaks,

It's hard to believe you.

 

I think it's over...

I can hear it in your voice...

I want to stay together, 

but ultimately it's your choice.

 

It's only been a week or so, 

But it feels like forever.

There's a knife in my heart

From the last time you were here.

 

It's been twisting and twisting,

Constantly instilling fear.

The fear of you leaving,

once and for all..

 

To pull it out now,

will leave a blood stained wall

but what do you care...

You never loved me at all...

 

Maybe,

my life was a mistake.

Maybe it should've been me;

I should've died in Ashley's place..

 

Love was never in the cards for me.

It still is not.

That's why the knife inside me,

was burried between intricate little veins...

 

So when they perform my autopsy,

to piece together my death,

They'll find a faint knife wound

next to the spot where your name is carved

into my heart...