The sky bleeds mascara black as I sit here, realising what I've done.
I dare not speak, I dare not read, I merely sit.
You were my medicine,
The only threads that kept my heart from falling into pieces,
but as I exploded, I left you behind.
Things I should've told you a month ago, a year ago,
They laugh as if knowing all along,
How much pain they would cause.
My mind screams innocence,
But my heart retracts
Into a tiny ball of regret.
Why should I be able to smile?
It's my fault, mine, and I caused the pain.
When the poison causes my heart to stop,
I shall sigh,
"I am not dead."

You look well,
Thank you.