Waking each morning in these dirtied sheetsFrom my bleeding backThe first wonder is why am I still breathing?When each breathe brings pain of loss and regretAnd why won’t this wound just scab and heal?I’d close my eyes if I couldBut the black nothing just reminds me of youI keep jumping out closed windowsWhen you’d never fall throughSpilling my hate on this canvasEach picture I draw reminds me of youThese tears, they are for youThis blood, it runs forThis heart, it beats for youThis love, it lives for youAnd my life, ends for youIn my glass casket I stare up at my graveThat reminds me of you