I am not happy, nor can I picture being so
Things are not getting better...

I stare at myself in the clouded mirror
At the scars lighting up my faded skin...

The days crawl by, as I go on in life without you
They creep by me dragging on ever so slow...

From whence the dying flames were defeated
Cometh those whom were consumed...

Why is it that people feel the compulsion to...
Am I horrible to them, is it something I said...

I'm so worried about you, you do not seem to see
Without you I am nothing, you mean the world to me...

A beautiful old woman in a wheelchair
Afraid to go out now, she has so much fear...

I can't sleep at night, I lie so lonely in my bed
Tears streaming from my red eyes...

The clock is ticking her life away
Trickling through the hour glass...

Living without you, every day and every night
As I dream about you, just wanting to hold you...

One last poem before I walk away
One last rhyme to get me through each day...

Shadows in my mind, from the words I cannot say
I don't think that you love me, so I cut myself...