I see myself as damaged. How ever could I not?
My innocence has chipped away, it's left my heart to rot.

The flakes of who you saw in me no longer hold on tight.
They run around inside my head, racing through the night.

A cactus, I have always been, my spines kept pain away.
But loneliness and fear and doubt, still on my heart, they lay.

The weeds of friendship, love, and joy I do not understand.
My years of youth began to drift like wind over the sand.

She just wants to be left alone.
He just wants her.

She is fighting a war against herself.
He tries fighting her battles.

The emotions of their last kiss glow in the embers of her past love.
He will soon be burned.

Her eyes were full of spring and sorrow.
When you look in them, you melt.
She was looking past tomorrow,
and the feelings that she felt.

Her head was full of hope and wonder.
This was early in her days.
All her efforts led to plunder.
Failure left her in a maze.

Her heart was full of every feeling.
All of this you could not see.
He just sent her whole life reeling.
It was never meant to be.

Walls.
Cold.
Emotionless.
Cold.
Empty.
Cold.
Barriers.
Cold.
Protected.
Cold.
Safe.
Cold.
Alone.
Cold.
Detached.
Cold.
Helpless.
Cold.
Heartless.
Cold.
Hopeless.
Cold.
Without.
Cold.
Lacking.
Cold.
Wanting.
Cold.
Timeless.
Cold.
Absent.
Cold.
Hurtful.
Cold.
Hurting.
Cold.
Distance.
Cold.
Avoidance.
Cold.
Gloom.
Cold.
Tired.
Cold.

In the woods where darkness lies,
Hunger waits while daylight dies.

Animals come right out to feed.
With claws of pain and eyes of greed.

Strength and might keep one step back,
Courage waits for the attack.

Mist creeps in and brings the cold.
Emotion stays within it's fold.

Blindness, numbness, dropped shoulders squared,
Vulnerable, and feelings bared.


The wolves in your heart will eat away at you until all that's left is an empty shell.

It's the hunger that seeps into the mind.
It affects all people.
It won't stop until it's satisfied,
Until you give in.

It's the calmness of the pond.
There are no tides, no waves.
Many things lurk hidden beneath.
The stillness is broken with the slightest movement.

It's the distractions at the cinema.
The white noise disrupts.
The extra sound drowns out.
Electronic lights draw attention.
Words and ideas are missed.

It's the only thing you don't want.
It's the only thing you have.

Your heart is a vase; innocence, the flower.
Emotions are water, more filled each hour.

Eventually, it overflows, spilling out the top.
The flower drowns, and slowly rots, if it doesn't stop.

But if the heart gets broken, damage cannot be undone.
Emotions spilled, innocence lost, drying in the sun.

Mend the vase, save the flower, refill the water spilled.
This happens every time a person's dream is killed.

You can still see the cracks of the heart through the tape.