When I look at her,
all I see is beauty.
Yet there's something,
behind it.
I see an angel,
with broken wings,
and heavy heart.
I see an angel
who's fallen apart.
She no longer smiles,
she no longer laughs.
She's secretly hiding her heart.
Yet she stands tall,
still she fights,
she holds on
with all her mite.
Her head still high,
though her halo's cracked.
She tried to move on,
and not step back.
Her soul is black
it's been burnt,
yet she holds on.
For what?
I don't know

where once there were words, now there is nothing.

Nobody sees it here, but
falling apart at it's made-up seams,
bringing life to an orifice
sits my heart, breaking from within,
tearing to shreds as
I go on about my day

It nauseates me, your happiness
I want to release my insides from their
hiding place, whenever I think of you
loving you makes me sick
what used to give my heart
warmth, now brings it nothing but
ice, releasing a cold frigid sensation,
numbing the world around me.

Your world keeps on turning,
as mine was frozen in your storm
the snow enveloping me
in a pit of empty glee
my patience is wearing thin, of
how I've grown too accustomed
to your form of love.