Honestly..

Tell me what's left. Because, I don't even want to know my own name. Let's live until we die together. Let's breathe a different life. I feel like I'm falling faster, with no where to fall too. So tell me, love of my life, what's left? Because the night rolls in when the voices crowd around and i"m in the middle screaming, "Kiss me, Kiss me!" Save me. Love me.

I wrote this A long time ago.