Sit and gaze
out that window...

Breeze that washes over face
You close your eyes and smell...

So you think
I've given up...

Fingers Draw
Across this dry paper...

A thin line
I have been told...

I can't break the surface
I'm drowning in these thoughts...

So the taste is still bitter
The pain Still remains...

"Broken lips
Mouth filled with blood...

I miss
I hurt...

This is the Image
I was forced to Paint...

As if
You...

Despite the smile
Despite the attempts...