Oh I am so broken-hearted.

I sit on a beach with the ocean waves lapping at my sorrow.

However, the water is cold so I move up the beach and sit on a rock.

My soul is in agony for it is only half of what it once was.

For you have left me all alone!

Because I am insane

I can remember our every interaction word for word.

There was just one of them, and you had a girlfriend at the time,

But I shall always remember that you told me "It doesn't matter, babe."

I also remember exactly what all seventeen of your tattoos were of and exactly where they were.

I like the third naked girl on your bicep best because she looks like me.

Our meeting in flesh was a novelty to me because I was so drunk at the time.

It reflected the days afterward when I was intoxicated with you.

When I would follow you to the mall, or watch you through your open bedroom window

I would think we would be perfect for each other.

But you with your elitist definitions of sanity cast me aside.

What was it?

Was it the fact that I told you I cut myself? Or was it that I tried to kill that bitch you're going out with?

Is it because I'm mentally unstable?

Well, soon I'll be dead, and I'll be in the abyss reserved for crazy teenaged poets, unless there have been so many lately, that the abyss is full.