tears flow down dirty cheeks like rivers,
marking the passage of pain in rivulets of clean skin,
the death of a dream.
like a cloud blown apart by winds,
a dream so solid and certain,
becomes filmy and indistinct
as your words blow it apart.
it shatters like glass and the shards of a future,
a future with you-
rain down upon me and
pierce my heart and soul.
i am numb
i feel dead inside
my heart hurts-
but how do the dead feel such pain?
i am crushed by regret,
by a loathing of myself
that is so strong it is like lead
inside my chest...
i feel my heart blacken and shrivel
i feel emotion rage through me like fire
i feel the hot sting of tears flowing from me
i feel such anger and pain i believe that i might explode.
i can no longer think in linear lines
i am confused in spirit
i hurt so much i wish i could not feel
i wish i could find that place inside me that makes them
and crush it forever.
it makes me wish i could never feel again,
i feel myself growing harder,
making a conscious deci