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''The shell of my soul has a gash that leads to its core,
From this void spill the salty sands of time,
I am gripped with great pain as the sands course down my face,
Dropping onto the floor with the rest of my crumpled dreams,
These sands have been flowing as long as I can remember.

I don't know when my soul will run dry,
But when it does death will surely follow,
With each passing day my hope dwindles,
Each night my soul dies a little more,
All I can do is wait.

Holding my diseased and dying… Continue

''Last night I cries for the first time in years,
Unable to cope with these terrible fears.
With each cut of the blade,
My dwindling hope fades.
I have needs that cannot be met,
I have dreams which I'd better forget.
My chest aches,
Everyone are just fakes.
I am alone with my pain,
Who would want to enter my domain?
How can people help.
When I keep them at arms length?
It is friendship I need,
Not someone behind a protective screen.
There is no-one willing.
No-one wanting,
No-one caring.
My worl… Continue