This face of mine recoils and hides,
among the many fakes and lies...
I look at my arm
So crimson red...
I hate the constant struggle
And all the times I have to fight...
TOO MUCH I HOLD
I'm stuck in a broken life...
My heads a whirling carousel
Thinking such awful thoughts...
I am but a spot on the wall
My existence known to few...
And the moon howls
As the wolves are silent...
She wipes away a lonely tear
That streams silently down her cheek...
The hot Summer sun
Beats down on me...
I totally need a new title ... :-/
How do I begin this...
Look into my eyes
You see all the pain...
Here with a room full of people
But yet I'm alone...