Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Like a skyscraper.

Skies are crying, I am watching
Catching tear drops in my hands
Only silence, as it's ending,
Like we never had a chance.

Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?

Would it make you feel better
To watch me while I bleed?

All my windows still are broken,
But I'm standing on my feet.

You can break everything I am,
Like I'm made of glass,
Like I'm made of paper.


Pain. What exactly is pain?

When even cuts and wounds do not hurt as much as the void left in the heart.

The greatest pain for everyone,

Is probably the pain left unseen deep inside,

Masked by a forceful smile.

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