poem i wrote

stale hearted, i see my eyes inside your soul, turning into ashes, breathing into your sweet lungs, fire sets in your apartment, and i wished you had drowned, in the tears that fell the night i left home without you, i swallowed pills to make you go away but part of me still feels you here, hoping you have disappeared into non-exsisting times where i was never born, i never would have felt your anguish in "that love", tell me that line agian, the one "i'll never leave", that is a promise broken, i said i would believe, either way its me alone in this broken room, lights will flicker in memories of you, still i see your parents house in the dark corner of my mind, never welcome in there agian so looking at the freeway underneath this window will have to do, lying lifeless on the black top, your words out of my brain, oh my god, don't you say the lords name in vain...."she promised you everlasting" , what you got was a bus pass to stop breathing