He chats and laughs at the dinner table
passing the food around to all...

How did we come to be
who sent us here...

Everything is made to be broken
why do you think i hurt so much...

You are my heart
you are so much more...

I want to die
its what i choose...

Pain mixes with fear
despair from such loss...

Silently make
their journey down my cheek...

I have a friend
who has a thought...

I was so blind
Why did I not recognize...

Breathing in this smoke of death
thinking it relieves the stress...

We disagreed
and just left it at that...

Walk into the sand alone
the pain in my heart is shown...