• Lying on your bed,
    tears rolling down your cheeks.
    Painful memories in your head...
    Has it really only been a week?
    Thoughts of him nvade your mind,
    And at that, you can't stop crying.
    Just one last touch...
    is so impossible.
    But its what your heart yearns for,
    could you use a metaphor?
    A heart ripped to shreds
    caused a rope around its body's neck,
    and the body's mind wants it to die.
    It feels overwhelmed,
    and it feels like an unnecesarry burden.
    It doesn't feel worth this.
    One last touch?
    The heart's last request is too much.
    It bursts and
    Splatters the floor with blood.
    All you want...
    is him.
    And it's too much to ask,
    You can't look at him, as he passes
    or wave hello without regression.
    your diagnosis is deppression.
    that may be for now but later you'll ask how.
    while death beckons with
    its rotting finger is
    your answer to go
    or to take this slowly,
    one step at a time?
    It hurts so much it should be a crime.
    One last touch?
    The heart's last request is too much.
    It bursts and
    Splatters the floor with blood.
    All you want...
    is him.
    you've gotta cope.
    you've gotta go to school.
    this is so cruel!
    its torment to know
    you could hurt him, so
    yuo beginto hate yourself.
    blame yourself.
    close the emotional shell,
    let your untold emotions swell.
    and...coming out they burn.
    they burn your cheeks in the icy wind.
    they burn in small portions along your wrist.
    they burn.
    they hurt.
    and yet they're still there?
    why?
    One last touch?
    The heart's last request is too much.
    It bursts and
    Splatters the floor with blood.
    All i want...
    is him.
    but, i don't want to be
    a burden.
    contradicting emotions
    and thoughts within.
    if my notion
    changes, i may live.
    they say im college material,
    that i haven't seen life for real.
    once i do,
    it'll be through....
    but i object.
    maybe i haven't seen it all,
    but this is one fall
    i don't want to get up from.
    One last touch?
    The heart's last request is too much.
    It bursts and
    Splatters the floor with blood.
    All i want...
    is him.
    thoughts of him invade my mind,
    and at that i can't stop crying.
    just one last touch...
    is so impossible.