Yesterday I crossed over,
Over to a new world I had never witnessed before.
Such a place I could not call home,
But Hell.
A Hell so painful,
So dark.
Flames did not burn here for it was like the coldness in me,
Dead,
Dead, cold, and hard,
Like what was left of my heart,
Broken.
A morbid day indeed.

I want someone to come to me here,
In my own personal Hell,
I want someone sit and talk with me,
Show affection towards me,
And take it all away,
Leaving me here.
To die.