I stand afar from the PPL I love
As My wounds are not worth it for
Any closure of judgement..
Patience has run out of my veins
As helplessness drips from the eyes,
Darkness that guards the heart
Agony, as silent as blood
From an unhealed wound..
Pain that makes you unable to move
A forced smile,
Which stumbles behind closed doors
Bruised reminders of what has gone wrong