These broken eyes,
These broken hearts,
All have a story,
That no-one knows.
Late at night,
Thats when they come,
Pouring out,
Into the dark.
But when day arrives,
They cover their scars,
And act at ease,
With perfect hearts,
Upon their sleeves,
And perfect lives,
That seemed to exist.
In this never
Ending
Cycle.
What can we do?
This is society,
The new.
What we humans created,
Full of hatred and gloom.
