write it down. poems and stories.

My Stone Exterior

sitting here, blank and expressionless

unmoveing and uncareing

nothing they say can break through

My Stone Exterior

but they talk anyway

they don't know it but they can move me

I'm teetering on a line

hung between joy and happiness

and unthinkable madness

i'm on my last hope

if it doesn't save me soon

I may be lost

and strangeled by my own false hope.

Use your words to save me.

They are all I have left.

Break My Stone Exterior.