Through all that has happened, and all my pain,
I'm slowly closing this book, hoping to stay sane,
I have to be realistic; I must open my eyes,
I stopped pleading to you, to hear my cries.
I have stopped trying to mend this broken vase,
Trying to find all the pieces, is just part of this faze,
Gluing them together, I'm left with small holes and cracks,
No basis for redemption, I'll be stuck playing the blues on a sax,
Melting them together, desperately wanting to create a new vase,
The vase is weak, and the start of yet another faze.
It is hard to find conclusion, it is painful to cope,
I'm waiting here to catch a lifesaving rope,
I have no elusions in this final drowning state,
What would happen, what will be my fate?
