Breathing in hard,
When your falling to pieces.
It hurts even more,
When your life decreases.
When people look at you,
Like your a disease,
Its almost impossible,
When the keep a tease.
My tears have dried,
Its as if I have died.
With a broken heart,
And a shattered will,
Why does my heart
Continue to beat still?
If life was an artwork,
Mine would be black and gray,
With no single thread that will stay.
My angels have left me,
Along with everyone else,
And no one could handle,
What I have felt.
And it wont be known,
Which hand I have been dealt.
In a world so full
Why am I so alone?
What did I do wrong?
Or was I on the wrong path all along?
