Pain

Listening to: silence
Feeling: hated
I counted all the times I cried myself to sleep I counted all the times my heart died piece by piece I counted all the scars that lay upon my heart and guess how many times I let more tears depart Guess how many times I felt worthless and alone and guess how many times I felt trapped and unknown I counted everytime I felt the least bit of pain and guess how much that is every single drop of rain I'll keep counting all the times I turn away from joy and drown myself in tears until my soul is destroyed I'll count every single time I use a knife in place of pain and I'll be trapped in a cycle of my endless counting strain
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