I stare at the ceiling with its menagerie of greys,
And wish that I did better and its been with me for days,
I told you that I loved you yet showed you deep disdain,
And now your gone by my own hand. All I have is pain.
I lay on the floor with my head in my hands tears running down my face.
All I want is you back home with me and your forgiving grace.
But im not sure that it will happen for what I did was grave,
Belittleing, controlling, soured mouth, makeing you my slave.
I wish that I could take it back but that I cannot do,
Because no matter what I want im tucked away from you.
So ill sit here, face in hands, heart upon the floor,
Patiently waiting for this to work, so that I breath no more.