the space i live in is empty

my eyes hurt

the strange feelings in my body are heavy

rolling along with the ones you'd die for

things change

now they're the ones you cry for

not crying because of distance

rather the closeness that creates such sickness

rumernating thoughts about the end

same conclusion

there's always that friend

is it true love

or do we jsut hope they'd care

as you drift into the other world

smiles creep down

and soak into me

bliss exists 

it consumes me.

-bessie