deconstruct
The Sixth Meeting
nobody knows
the tears, they come at night
at odd hours, at dawn
when i think no one is looking
nobody knows
the pain that burns my soul
i writhe in agony, scream in despair
i am alone
desolate in my misery i walk a long winding path
the road is dirt, my feet are tired
there is no rest for the unloved
no perfection can cure
there is no fix to this
to me
only sorrow
only grief
screams fallen on deaf ears
angels with broken wings can't fly
no wing are made for me
i stumble i fall
i bleed
i feel
i cry to ease away the hurt
but it never stops hurting
it never goes away
you're never enough
unwanted
unloved
unloved
not even perfection can fix
there is nothing
you are nothing
static.dream
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