These eyes aren't me,
Shades unknown just to tell the torture.
Challenge the damage done to outlast desperation.
A broken arrow points down to my existence.
Will has taken over and above the pain is a smile,
Noticeably plain with a dollop of sadness in throat view.
Stranded in swirls of pity by the loss of vanity.
All another word for worthless.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
These eyes aren't me,
Shades unknown just to tell the torture.
Challenge the damage done to outlast desperation.
A broken arrow points down to my existence.
Will has taken over and above the pain is a smile,
Noticeably plain with a dollop of sadness in throat view.
Stranded in swirls of pity by the loss of vanity.
All another word for worthless.
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