U B DeatH

And how many more deaths can your heart take?
If it wasn't to be, couldn't it last a litlle more?
What diference would it make?
All deaths are craved in my body
The one you touched
The one you left blood scars on
And now again
You say the opositte of what you do
And take me away from it all
And then you say it again
And touch me no more
And all my questions remain unanswered
Yet again
No one wants to hear them
I must live in another world
See other things
Feel a different way
It... I must be unreal
All in my head
Is this loneliness and hopelessness that it all borderline means?
The pain takes over me
But the happyness was all in my head?