Her eyes, frigid today
they whimper and close...
In the bible, god said that he loves us and will...
But how come when we are in need he leaves us...
One, for the lies you said.
Two, for the problems in my head...
Starry skies, crescent moon high.
Fog rolls in thick, confusion sets on quick...
Slowly the world catches up to me
As I wither away each day...
When I look in the mirror,
The boy I see is cold hearted...
Running in a marathon,
Searching for something more...
I've watched every dream I've ever had shrivel up...
and now I sit a soulless pit with flames behind my...
Who cares that I'm hurt,
Who cares if I cry...
I'll fake all the smiles
And hold back the...
She weeps the tears of a broken heart,
right here right now she falls apart...
It pains me to write this poem
for these withered hands are stained...