Just to let you know this isn't a poem its a song.
Everything is breaking
And his heart is aching
The past is tumbling his way
Like a runaway train
The scars start bleeding again
He wonders if he'll be able to live on
He knows who really loves him
But everything is too blurry to know for sure
He can't find his way
Through all the fog
They are all calling his name
And he stumbles in the smoky darkness
Tombstones are everywhere
Ivy intertwining with the crosses on them
He trips and is faced with his own stone
The flowers whither away and he is forgotten
Everything is so fake now
He wishes he were a boy again
Where he didn't know better
And that it was all okay
He can't find his way
Through all the fog
They are all calling his name
And he stumbles in the smoky darkness
