That nite he went, stayed for a few hours while i stared inside. this was the first time he ever came across that door of mine, my precious and now all tainted eyes. then i could see through him, that motherfucking feeling strands the bends, when I tasted his skin by this bitterness so far invades my ugly tips.
we talked for hours about the wasting hands, when i lied if he told me so, the trust of tha greatest hide if he looked too tide, if he was not strong enough for this, aside we collapsed behind the crowd. at least i could be alone together with him when i felt too lonely, time passed and is so late now. that nite he left with the end of our love, the next days so they passed easily for him, to me it meant everything i never had in my life, all the care and loving i could not get from anyone else, the understanding and i held to it that much, the appreciation of someone just like me, someone who can tell what I feel with just a look, he i depended on, then i stopped cutting off my wrists, it became this pleasure to enjoy, i will never forget… how exciting it is to bleed again for his wealth instead of mine, how he drank my veins to stop drying i did not have to hurt myself anymore when i was insecure and just about to kill myself for it. one of these days, he passed by waiting at, this time he was not going to be there for me like he did before, this was his own life, he finally got to care about himself instead of me first. he realized how much he had changed to make this work, what he was giving up just to stay, faded he is for taking this and ripping off. that was the fewest time he stayed, decided to go, he told me to. now everything crumbles into this, this is the last time i will ever see you near, by the stairs he took the quickest way out of me, leaving with this pain, he keeps coming back at me while i hear the strings howling between the sheets of my head. misunderstanding everything i said is nothing left for fears, in the outside i could see the coldness of his soul, distracted, all broken… but i kept going to be uneven, to make myself lame by this, around common people, to make them suffer for me, because the earth is full of fucks who will never give a shit about me just how it used to be by the fact i am not like them, they aint going to heal my wounds, they wont mend what you have done with me, his jaded creature waiting for the end, ready to get even, another one to the list. but i still miss you even if you are not the same to my means, this will not get easier for me, here i will stay awake like this, lone in my bed watching at his sleep.