All is lost, but not found,
tears of fear and hate fill the rivers and sea.
Hate is struck from the heart
swallowing any other emotion that which lay inside,
it hides in the shadows till time may it strike,
and today it has.
Fear never lets you forget, it plays every memory, behind the tears it laughs because it knows when its won,
and today it has.
As I lay in my corner so dark and quite,
today I hear them fighting like I guess every other day,
but no these words this fight is about me.
ME!
Can you believe it ME!
But as I gather the strength to lift my head to the wall,
I now understand that this fight is in my head,
then the stone cold emotion hits no one cares for the girl in the corner with the bloody wrists.
I lay my head back down and sigh.
