Perfect nights with bright, star-dotted skies,
Become the sharpest of daggers for his shrunken eyes,
Still, sparkling lakes teeming with green-headed duck,
Silences his head and leads him to peace? Does it ****,
Humungous, wooden giants standing sternly in place,
But everywhere he looks he sees your face,
Watching bright birds glide higher and higher,
Never able to distract the fact he’s just a liar,
Rolling, flowered hills as far as eyes can see,
Could never null my hate for me.

His tormented head hurts once more,
His entire being is unbelievably sore,
Reaching for love but denying the feeling,
His tired soul so sick of healing,
Desperate for feelings of attention and care,
But ignoring those that give it with a cold stare,
Feelings of self-resentment beaten into his core,
He doesn’t want to feel anymore.
Trying to change, in the end there’s no use,
A quiet voice whispers abuse,
The voice of you I think,
Here I am, back on the brink.

In the middle of the room,
Singing loud with her medicine in hand,
With every second, fighting the gloom,
A subtle pain that is near unable to stand.

Trouble at home, in school and in her heart,
Trying to alleviate the pain with her drink,
Smiling to prevent falling apart,
Smoking and dancing to distract her ability to think.

Our broken girl is in pain,
Although her feelings have been numbed for the while,
She’s struggling to stay sane,
You have to look hard to see The Subtle Tear Within Her Smile.