I loathe in sorrow
I drown in a lake daily
I puke my own words Sinking in self-inflicted wounds
Look at the stars
Look how they shine
I wrote this for you
I'm sorry for what I've put you through
I write with intention
I write with purpose I write with passion
For I am alive
I ache as I hold this pen so tight
I am sorry for me
I love you
That is why I grip this pen so tight
I write with end in sight
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I wipe my wounds dry
Look how I shine for you
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
Thank you for seeing them too
