It's hard to write about love
when anger steals your soul
it's hard to think of tomorrow
another day in the clutches
Of never-ending sorrow
But love is there all the same
for someone, something
hidden in the depths of my heart
but i cannot feel it
oblivious from the start
numbing pain takes over the senses
feeling nobody, feeling nothing
wishing the love was more apparent
these three words mean nothing
completely worthless if not meant
screaming, shouting flies around
escaping in my own scarred shell
love seeks me out
but it cannot find me
i am hidden
not today
goodbye
