The black sound of ashes, while I was asleep
Were the pills too strong or the cut too deep...
Trying to find
Somewhere...
Go to sleep, and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies...
**kk, so there are really 2 versions of this poem...
broken down...
I've secluded myself.
Bedridden for almost two years...
Anchored upon bare terra firmA
Drowned in a place of desolateD...
As days pass slowly
And weeks creep by...
My reflection is staring back,
With nothing but regret...
My heart is heavy
from all the pain i hide...
Mirror mirror on the wall,
How many more times do i have to fall...
Standing out side, as the rain starts to fall
Falling to my knees as I begin to cry aloud...
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue...