Blood stains on the bathroom floor,
You were laying there all alone.
Thinking about the past,
Feelings you used to have.
You no longer have to suffer in this mess, called love.
Seeing you laying there,
I'm asking myself:
Are you happy now?
Did you live so you could die?
If death is, what you call happiness,
Then love is a coffin where you're laying right now.
YOU ARE READING
There was once a story...
RandomJust stories hidden in the lines, Emotions that are sometimes unspoken, From a heart that is broken, With a soul that is almost cold as ice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
