Breaking in silence due to fractures of life,
when do the wounds of knives stop cutting through,
when do your soul finish bleeding? when you paid your dues,
why must tears fall like the rain,
why is the cold world harsh? unbearable pain,
the silences of the wicked games dont fade,
so when you leave promise to look away,
if you stay theres just that constant pain,
constant reminder of the lies you named,
the hearts you stole, an destruction that came,
left with nothing but these fractures and pain,
what is left but to repair the wounds remain,
the help is there but why does it seem to fade,
seems as i persist the healing is avoiding the lane,
wrong turns an life fractures will break in vein.
