Broken Soul
Here I lay on this cold solid floor.
Enveloped by the darkness.
Hurt by those who said they loved me.
When they were the ones that ruined me.
Ripped me of my wings.
As they watched me scream and bleed.
Here I lay in this cold dark place.
I hear the whispers
Shouting out my name
Begging and pleading for me
Calling and yearning for me
Their faces sickens
They put on these masks
Trying to conceal their true nature
But I could see their twisted smile
I use to think that life is great
That I am thankful for being alive,
That the world we live in is remarkable
But that childish side of me is now dead.
I was blind but now I see.
I’ve learned the truth and it drives me into madness.
Frightened by what I see.
The evil that surrounds me.
Lost in words, what do I say, do I scream for help.
All I want to run and hide from the pain.
I am just so tired of fighting
I am not the person I use to be
I had everything but now I have nothing
No home to go to, no place where I belong
I am nothing but a broken glass
I wonder sometimes why I stay and live in this cold heartless world.
I question myself a lot.
What can I do?
Should I take the easy way out?
Then maybe everything would be over.
What should I do?
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