Another restless night spent alone...
Swallowed up by the tears resting on my sleepless eyes.
The room is silent except for the patter of the raindrops otuside the window along with the slow beats from the heart that has already given in.
A wake of light pierces through the window but causes no movement.
Where is there to go? What is there to do?
When all you have left is an empty shell with nothing to live for.
Compared to the pain, the scars are nothing but reminders of what has been done.
And what can never be again.
