Little Things in Life

Pain

Why do I cry? 

When I know I've already

cried all my tears away. 

It's so bloody,

and I can't separate myself

from the darkness. 

My spine is broken, 

in it's effort to shield my 

half pounding heart. 

Why do you cry,

little birdy, that's been

singing in the sun just this morning. 

Why do you shy away,

when my hand reaches out,

in vain, to touch you.

Why do you scream,

when you're surrounded

by silence.

Yet you shut your eyes,

when your covered in blood,

so much I can't tell apart you from the

pain.

You suffer so much

of other's sorrows that yours

piles up too high.

You let yourself freeze,

until your fingertips are black

and bruised.

You let the sun

shine on others;

they're shinning.

My little darling,

When you smile,

I can only see pain. 

Haven't I given enough?

So much there's no more left 

to give other than 

pain.