a step away to his broken boat.
Drips of drops appearing his eyes,
that never ever dries.
Wish there were hope,
it's impossibly to cope.
Lies and voices in his head,
the breath in the heart begins to fade.
The glee that were lost,
wished one could buy them back no matter the cost.
Hiding itself in the dark,
hoping for a little spark.
It's never going to come,
wish I could just be dumb.
A simple slice on the wrist,
or a jump off the rooftop would be such a bliss...
The tears that ever fall,
the feel of one forever sore.
If there were a goal in life,
in the heart there would never be a knife......
Carved & poured by J.C.T.H
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