Gathering all the shattered tears, and broken stain glass smeared with
what I though was a dream, but only merely my blood that I let out of pain of being with you. It's just like you expected me to go on with
life and just live it without you. But that’s where the pain begins again, and wants me to let it all out and never stop. The little drops of blood and tears goes in deeper with the sharp pain of glass and all the thoughts of what has happened the thought of going on makes the pain so real.

What is life why is it so important? Why did this happen? What in the end of all this? Does this even matter to you at all that this could cause so much pain? So all I have now is the pain that you have left me and all the blood spilling and never stopping leading to my painful death.