Mascara dyed tears roll down my face
The pain has never hurt this much.
It all stems from the cavity where my heart and lungs belong.
My heart has been ripped out, and I cannot breath
I feel like a fish above water, being picked at by 1,000 birds.
Savages. They all are.
And if you dare speak out, they will only knock you down again.
I'm hurt, and hurting.
Nobody is there so pick me up, limp off the ground where I lay.
Cold and bitterness overcome me, but hasn't it always?
I think about what to do and what to say, how to get through and how keep moving, why does this happen and why does it keep ruining my happiness.
Mascara dyed tears roll down my face
