Setting on the floor I'm crying so hard the pain...
I hide within a smile
A forceful action...
Loved ones seem so close yet feel so so far away.
Only yourself to blame for this enforced state of...
Paced into the hideaway
to confess your truth...
Of all things great and wonderful
I wish that I could care...
Rain
It falls like shrapnel...
Too tired to think straight
Too tired to be effective...
Ones heart is sacred.
But alone, faces so much...
she came to me in my dreams,
floating like clouds on a sunny day...
i wish i was young
and innocent in the mind...
Am I alike a yoyo?
if so - the axle is my heart...
someone please help me
before i end my life...