In this useless atmosphere, I lay here dying ever so slowly. Listening to what makes me mournful. Clouded with bittersweet thoughts, tears cringe down my pale cheeks. I feel feeble. My love is strong but my will isn't. I can't linger on to this mortal lie. Lies become Truths. The truth has often left me bitter while the lies comfort me even in my darkest hours. Even though how much pain the truth will bring, I still want to know in my time of depression. My heart bleeds of love unspoken. other besides my heart spilling inaudible words, my blood covers the floors of home.