There is a tale of broken hearts,
in every single being.
A feeling that is so useless,
and it leaves everything that way.
What all compels us to do such a thing?
Is it the feeling of nothingness,
is that all you have?
You sometimes even feel higher
than the never ending sky.
Then only to realize all your fears,
you go back and hide.
Living with the darkness,
that you keep within yourself.
Nobody is by your side,
so you don’t scream for help.
Its all locked deep inside,
reserved for only you to see.
Will that feeling ever leave your soul?
Will you ever have the sense of being whole?
You lost everything,
you cannot hide.
You will only hold those thoughts,
till the day you die.
You feel only whiteness,
with the bloodstains of time.
It was never wrong,
it was never right.
Making your bruises to complete your cuts.
This is now beauty,
this is now love.
You will hold it down,
till the very day you die.
No significant other showed their face in your life.
They have only hurt you,
they have only played.
They stopped your life,
and put you within the grave.
Now you see,
why there will be no other.
You chose no fantasy,
you chose no lover.
