Months pass,
Creating Years...
Crying her eyes out,
the girl in the ripped dress...
I feel like I am at the bottom of the ocean,
and the ocean is way deeper than the sea...
Rising sun, brand new day.
Thoughts of hope, maybe even joy...
Brother....? I miss you, no not just me all of us...
Flesh and hair yield no interest in me these days.
Limbs and lips are just accessories to the soul...
You push me,
You bully me...
I walk along the shoreline
I've been here many times...
I am simply an echoing voice
dying out as I bounce off each wall...
Behind these eyes, I cry the tears I've never shed
In my heart, I feel the pain I have known to dread...
Careful to suppress the need to cling to you...
Leaning against the wall for support, trembling in...
There is a Big Hole In My Heart,
Is it because you took a piece out when you walked...