Cut Off

Pools of hope
Seas of sorrow
The pains of yesterday
Are the tears of tomorrow

Hopeless laughter
Piercing cries
Rivers of mercy
In her eyes

Broken heart
Of a loving soul
Walks with thousands
Yet she dies alone

Words come out
But no voices are heard
Those painful memories
Shall never desert

Holding hands
But never touch
This painful past
Is far too much

Feeling throbbing
In her wrist
She's had enough
Of this torturing bliss

Take the knife
Pierce her soul
Now this hurt
Shall no longer stroll