Poetry and Quotes

Hospital

He lays on the cold hard hospital bed, not a word will escape his mouth anytime soon. It was my fault after all, I put him here. The thing is, his last words weren't something good like; "I love you." His last actions were quite the opposite. He said he loved me but people don't always mean what they say.

He left with a kiss to another girl, less than a week after he told me that he loved me. I am a fool, I believed his every word and I fell into a pit of emotions. I came out with none, I feel nothing anymore.

Months later he lies on this hospital bed, she broke his heart. So he decided it was time to end himself. What he doesn't know is I did as well, I didn't succeed sadly.

His eyes are bloodshot and his breathing is heavy and slow. He may never wake up from this coma and it's all my fault. I should of just told him that I loved him before he was stolen.

I've heard 'it isn't suicide if your already dead inside'. I know I'm dead on the inside, I was unaware he was too.