There is a letter that's been left on the floor, It says, "Goodbye my love. I can't take anymore". Next to the stain where her tears fell dry, she scratched out her name as her thoughts intertwined with the portraits of memories and mist in the midst of all of the love, and all the bullsh*t, the mark of the pen on the side of the page told a story of sorrow and the sadness he gave to her uncallous hands and vestal heart, she poured out her screams into streams of thought, forgotten and left in the sun to now dry, at least now your tears will not drown you alive