The glass shatters across the floor,
Feet shuffling covers glistening panels more...
Never did she hide her life before
Or cry herself to sleep at night...
You're sitting there upon you're bed,
thoughts are racing through your head...
Title: Somehow
AUTHOR: SWEET Lig...
I take a knife
To my wrist...
As I cry from inside
With all the tears that I hide...
As i cut my wrist
and watch my clothes stain...
Like a mime slowly going through the motions of...
Doing everything that he thinks is right...
I insert the knife deep in my vain
pull it out with agony and pain...
Broken Flowers
Shattered in the storms...
If tears were black,
Her face would be stained...
You hide from the world
To afraid to look at yourself...