Sometimes you feel so empty,
Like nothings left inside,
Only a stone cold heart numb to tgis pain,
It makes you want to hide.
Once a week you'll sit alone,
Until it all comes pouring out-
Thosr tears that leave your eyes were once worth more,
But now they're just your feelings, sat in a puddle on the floor.
You'll sit and think outside until all goes numb,
You'll creep inside to try and get some feeling back, but once its gone its gone.
Those words spoken to hurt you echo inside your head,
That curtain that once protected you is fallen - you're there instead.
When you reveal you people see your flaws, easy targets to shoot at, no longer behind bars.
Learning to trust is like learning to fly, one moment all is fine, the next you're crashing to the floor, your wounds open, your trust gone.
Those scars never heal, the ones that hide inside,
They're too dark and deep to speak of, so they're left alone to hide.
Eventually you hide yourself to save yourself the pain.
It makes you feel so low, but it'd hurt more to be you again.
The steel heart, the numb soul is all just a show. Deep inside it hurts you, much more than they'll ever know.
*cringe*!!! I wrote this ages ago, in an old sketchbook that I have just uncovered. Its pretty embarrassing, but I think that there is a lesson to be learned in there somewhere :)
