Softly quietly I cry stuck in my grave of despair my cruelest reality surrounds me do I deserve this cruel fate maybe but the never ending cycle of death and what's most important being ripped from me leaving me bleeding and left to put the pieces back together again with more pieces missing every time my grave has slowly made me numb then makes the emotions once always there flooding out of my barren soul which my emotions hide from the cold darkness that lurks would it be better to be soulless possibly but that isn't the case and as I lay bleeding being ripped apart again I wonder will things ever change
