Feeling empty in the dark
Losing sanity in cracks...
we weave words
like tangles of fragile threads...
my heart,
is separated by the narrowest...
The only lie I can guiltlessly tell is one where I...
That each day is the straight and narrow...
If I dive down
deep...
A fogginess
in my thoughts...
I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...
Most days are tainted with silent tears,
The world again stained in technicolor pain...
Have you ever truly been alone?
In a place where no one cares...
It's so difficult to gain that strength
to leave my bed in the morning...
The vision and sound of misery
Will consume one's...
You'll never know
what you put me through...