You Can Ignore This

10:11pm, 4/17/18

I think I really am dead.
Or is everything just in my head?
I can never get out of bed,
Nor stop having this dread.
I star off into space,
Wondering how I could forget a face,
That I fell in love with accidentally,
But was left intentionally.
How do you tear away your skin,
Where she has left her sin?