solidusjoe

I am always on my own; always all alone.

I medicate my wounds with lyrics and song of other people's pain I really hate the hearts tricks and my world of rain I run my fingers over my shattered soul I'm no longer whole, was it all in vain? And I feel broken, so broken. I'm already dead, My tombstone is written, my last words are said I feel broken so broken so broken my soul laid to rest. My sorrow is such bittersweet symphony taking my first steps all alone I cry out for help, someone please hear me my heart beats too slowly on my own and in sets rigormortis I move like a tortoise no longer free do I roam. And I feel broken, so broken. I'm already dead, My

There's no sound. My breath stops. Time slows down. A heartbeat feels like an hour. A tear begins its descent. You say those final words. Time stops. An intense ringing is all that can be heard. It is the sound of my heart breaking. Tearing at the seems. My Soul escapes from my eyes. Watering my keyboard like a garden. My heart bleeds. I cough up blood. Now I am broken. Never to be happy again. Goodbye love. Goodbye hope. Goodbye life.