Hopeless heart;

Break apart,

Burn to ash,

Sew up the remainders of my chest, at which I slash.

Cold be the faces and the places,

Dare I look?

No, just keep my head down,

Then I won’t see the souls in their eyes,

I’ll be protected from another relationship’s demise.

Ferryman carry me across the ocean of tears and heartache,

It’s a river I know all too well,

I, again, don’t need to swim through its endless ebbs of memories and heart-breaking swells.

Six-pence to the ferryman or my soul as payment?

Here, take both.

I have no need for either.

Mind? Body? Have them too. I need them not.

Anything I’ve forgot?

I guess not.

You’re not even worth saying goodbye to,

For all I care, you can rot.

Sweet symphony of insanity I crave and pine for thee,

Take me away from this irreversible and chaotic world and set me free,

How many times must I take those pills or put that gun to my head?

How many times must I slit my wrists before I forever drift to sleep in that porcelain bed?

Ending my life this way seems so utterly sad,

Yet, being as close to death as I have, I know it really isn’t that bad,

Just know I loved life for living,

Not for living life with you.

Some people say I’ve gone crazy; that I’ve gone all askew,

Well, let me ask you…

Is the crazy one the one who chooses to move on to exist where there is no pain or suffering, or in a world where your bloody hand crushed my glass heart? Where I left it…askew.