Theres this thing. To some it might mean nothing but to me it means the world. Most people say that the world couldn't function without this element. But somehow people live without it. Thanks to you, I learned how to live without. Before you turned cold, this thing was the reason I was pumping blood throughout my body and taking air into my lungs. But you cut my wrists and watched me bleed. And you did it with a grim smile as the color drained from my face and my eyes went lifeless. You suffocated me, laughed as your ice cold hands clasped my neck tight and strong, leaving your thumb prints imbedded in my skin. A signature of pain that you engraved into my body for me to ever remember with every glance into your bottomless eyes. You left scars for everyone to see and for me to feel as my heart grows cold. I learned to live with a distorted knowledge of what this thing was. Was it really feeling pain because I just couldn't leave, or maybe it was because you showed it in between violent blows to my heart? You turned me into the living-dead, walking and breathing, just barely making it through. But with the absence of love, i'm dead.