By Christopher M. Cook

Broken peices,

    black and blue;

His heart beats faint,

    and hides the truth.

His love is fragile,

    like a rose;

It wilts away,

    and no one knows.

Behind his empty smile,

    burried deep below;

Cries a long lost soul,

    not knowing where to go.

Lying in a corner,

    curled up in a ball;

He watches his world crumble,

    not knowing when he'll fall.

The dreams he has,

    are the only escape;

A place to hide,

    from his lonely fate.

He's hid the pain,

    inside too long;

He had the strength,

    but now it's gone.

His soul is sinking,

    deeper inside;

below the point

    where the demons hide 

He's tired of running,

    and hiding his fears;

His arm swallows the blade,

    and he drowns in tears.

Broken peices,

    black and blue; 

His heart beats faint,

    and hides the truth.

His love is fragile,

    like a rose;

It wilts away,

    and no one knows.

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