Thought are just words

Lying here on this hard floor,

feeling the draught from under the door.

All these memories gathering in my sight,

as the day slowly fades into night.

One breath and then two,

All the memories are of you.

The day when my world was turned dark,

your hate for me leaving its mark.

No matter how much I cry,

you never said your last goodbye.

As these long days turn cold,

the anxiety grabs hold.

I try and forget the past,

but I know it will never last.

Drowning my sorrows in drink,

numbing the thoughts I think.

one, two or maybe three,

The only way to stop these feelings in me.

Maybe I am the monster they know.

Always feeling like death, I am the crow.