When you look in my direction,
All you see is a crumbling wreck.
Yet even you did not stop and check
If you could offer me some protection.
Ruthless rain leaves me cold,
Strips all warmth away.
I am nothing more than bones of decay.
The damp a haven for growing mould.
Wilds winds whip me, break me apart.
My door has been battered in.
These days, easier to let them win
Than try to repair my fractured heart.
Sometimes, there are storms that echo my shattered soul.
As the thunder roars and the lightning does blaze,
My fury and despair storms on for endless days.
No one left to remember me as one whole.
Even the sun has leeched my colour,
Left me wholly exposed.
Each good moment ever composed
Only leaves the dark ones duller.
I'm crumbling apart, brick by brick.
Green ivy snakes up my walls.
I'm alone, barren rooms and desolated halls.
The silence is growing thick.
You claim you know me, but you do not.
And I grow deeply weary of your pitying glances,
When you don't deign to learn my circumstances.
When really, you know naught.
I beg you to look, with a mind open and free
To look not with your eyes,
But with a soul so wise.
And see not an old ruin, but a person shattered by reality.
