There are times that I wish,
I hadn't been born.
Beneath the fake smiles,
I'm extremely forlorn.
When I'm in a crowd of people,
I feel like nobody can here me.
I've always clung to that ivory steeple.
Now, I am a lost soul not sure what to believe.
My body, a rotting shell, an empty sleeve.
Though my heart feels cold in these moments,
There is a sense of hope for the better days.
Love and it's presence,
Let me count the ways.
Even with the love I have,
Even with the love I feel,
In these moments, my heart isn't glad.
It feels cold like stone,
With a hardness to match.