When I was Alive

When I was alive,
pieces were more
of a part of me
than I was.




When I was alive,
venom killed the
only love I had
known.



When I was alive,
you made life worth
living. Then you
left me.





When I was alive,
I wanted to take out
a knife and spill out my
insides to my outsides
so I couldn't feel anymore.




Truth is, now that
I'm gone the pain is
worse than burning
in Hell. I would go
back to being alive
if I could.

When I was alive,
I thought death
brought peace to
the empty, the
lonely, and the
betrayed.



Now, I wish I had stayed
back where I belonged. I
want my heart to beat again.
I want to breath again. I miss
the scent of your skin, the feeling
of taking a hot shower, and I even
miss the body I used to hate.




There was a time in my
life where I thought I
had the chance to be
happy. I can't even do
that right when I'm dead.




When I was alive,
all I did was worry
and worry about how
I looked and what
people thought about
me. Now I know,
you were the only
important thing to me.









In the end, I found nothing
but emptiness.