An other one told me he hurts today. He has no desire to live.
His heart was broken, his blood was frozen-
He has nothing left to give.
I'm sick of seeing
all these people
Passion has left them, life has grown dim.
They see no self worth, no bright side.
They awake everyday in hopes of death's grace.
And every time my heart bleeds tears as do my eyes.
I feel the dark they have inside.
I want to replace it with colors.
But i can't.
And that hurts just as bad.
Scar tissue is too thick to rip through-
And people are too evil to prevent it from happening again.