Paper Cut Eyes

Grief

Grief

Slowly beating, grieving heart,

meant to be broken from the start.

Trying hard just to scream,

but my voice is paralized by this bad dream.

No matter how much you try,

in the end you will always cry.

Negativity flows like blood in your vains.

Tired and broken from all of life's games.

Wishing it all could just come to an end;

certain that this heart can no longer mend.

Playing on the edge of a mental war,

sanity aint part of the equation anymore.

Just close your eyes and let that heart beat.

Sad and broken, just fall asleep.