Darkest of Hearts

It's so hard to smile when you are bleeding. It's too hard to be the one you see in the mirror. It's dark to think of you when you're dead, come back if you love me.

It's cruel to think of your unnatural death, seeing every bloody image go by. It makes me see the heart of ones you loved and the ones from above. Your death gave me pain beyond belief but it also gave me courage and awareness and a sweet vengeful spirit, in your grave I salute. "Thank you," my dark heart bleeds, planting eternal, but painful seeds.