When Gone

It's like a thousand knives stabbed into my chest.
Each and every blow, takes another breath.
Sea tasting tears flow to the floor.
Bruised on the outside, rotten is the core.

Searching cries can be heard from all around.
With him, my hopes buried in the ground.
I hate you for making me put down my guard.
It's because of you; I'm trapped inside and bared.

Trusting you is all it took, and just look at what was said.
Dug in are all my dreams, when she goes dead.
As if all my thoughts were hung and put up to frame.
Now labeled depressed, no need for a name.

But now I finally win, who gets last laugh?
Now their just known as part of the past.
Where did they go, nobody knows.
Beneath in the rich soil, under your toes. -