I want to write,
To rhyme,
To speak,
But not many thoughts have come to me this week.


Only emptiness,
A hazed memory,
And disarray,
Are things that I am able to say.


There's nothing really wrong,
Just remembering the past.


I can't really remember what happened,
Only a couple days ago,
But can I remember what happened months before?
Yes I can, so. . .


Now I'm treading,
The memories are flowing,
As I get tired,
My mind starts going.


Going to a place that was meant to be left untouched,
A place where everything was suppose to be hushed.


The place where he touched me,
Where he knifed me,
Where he broke my heart.


This is the only place,
That really tears me apart.


Tears never come,
For too many have been shed.
So all I can do,
Is just lie in my bed.


Tossing and turning,
Moaning and screaming,
Fears are consuming,
Pain has no meaning.


My life is a dream,
Just hazy,
And white.


What happened to my life,
Before it got cut.


Cut into pieces by a boy and a blade,
How can this world just let me stay?


Let me go,
Into the sky,
Where I can fly,
And leave this place.


This place where I wish my memories were erased,
I want to forget,
But I want to remember.


For that November,
My heart was severed.


Now my mind,
Can't keep up with time.


And as I fly,
Ohh, so high,
I don't want to come back down,
But I'll never reach the sky.