Remembering the departure of my heart
The color I saw; Red
I still see it on me; I can hear the drops.

I hear the drops on the door
It drips and never stops; it will not stop
Once it stops the tension leaves, but it will come again.

No one understands, it is always there to make me happy
But, lately the color is fading, becoming opaque, changing its color
I can’t see it or hear it anymore.

It tells me to stop, but my blue cloud never seems to leave
Why didn't I listen, it would have been there
I would have been whole; uncut.

My wounds were opening again, they failed to notice
The puddle was accumulating beneath me, as I laid there
All of the Red, just consuming my face.

My conscious swallowed my world, displaying nothing in my path
Just darkness, I couldn't get out of; can’t get out

But, time heals everything. Right?
Only time can tell.