My heart pounding in my ears reminds me of running water
Echoing in an empty room
The chill circulating through me
Like glass shattering and disappearing in the grains of sand
Why do I have these tools in my hands?
It aches
It burns
It hurts so much
Feeling a thousand needles in my numb shins
The pain has always had the win
When being imprisoned feels like a sin
Weighed down enough for the echoes to drive you insane
Living in a place you don’t understand
The sorrow too deeply etched to erase
Your mind forces you to stay
With the flooding water flowing down your face
To be familiar with a fate that never ends
Never sways
And with eyes clouded
With bruised flesh greedy for pain
The heart will give all its useless love away