As i sit in my room
My very white room
Everything blurs out
My writing is hard to count
Everything disappears
And pain like spares
Hit my head
For all the poems i have wrote and read
I close my eyes and count to ten
But everything blurs out again
I mark my walls with a black marker pen
Everyday is alone line so far its on hundred and ten
Screwed up paper and ink everywhere
I felt like i could tear
I picked up my desk and threw it at the wall
And splinters and paper fell everywhere like a water fall
I kicked at my chair
With my old shoes i was in need of a new pair
I leaned my head on the wall
And just let myself fall
I slumped to the floor
As i look around i notice a picture of me and my boyfriend claw
I picked it up and held it close to my chest
As i let out everything i knew best
And ripped it in half and shredded it into tiny pieces
He had left me with many creases
My heart was no longer full of his lust
It is just a dried up crust
