I only sense my own dead words
They are scattered across the floor
Trampled to ***** bits
By the folks who said they once cared
I've sewn and tossed the urge to speak
Why am I in this sea of despair?

Heart torn up-lungs filled with fire
How can one breathe, even gasp?
Love in mind trickles through fingers
Falling inward, support pulverized
Is there a point to it all?

Hate...Oh great-the end is near
Why must I have to die?
Goodbye to all
For love is to fall...
Happiness is battered
And hope is  left shattered