Sprout

- "Underneath I wish you could see the loneliness that haunts me
It grows; the pain
Of this never ending hell
Within my supposed "sanity"
How can I find relief
In a garden of lies
I'm the wilted flower
Always dead inside
Yet, there's him
It's always been
Why are his roots buried so deep
In my decaying heart?
Perhaps, the end
Is not so horrific
With you by my side
Little sprout."