To come home,
Greeted by silence & bags packed in the hallway,
To say I Love You for the very first time,
Stabbed by the words 'I don't feel the same way',
Now Im lost,
Buried deep down in self pity and delusions,
Bottles of beer and packets of cigarette,
I can feel my life slipping through my hands,
I hear a voice 'HELL'S WAITING BITCH'
