Icicles

Why does it hurt so bad

Why is there so much pain

I can’t even stand to look at myself

Things just aren’t the same.

Pain tingles thru my body

Icicles of a cold rain

So much tension

God, am i going insane?

All this love to give

With nothing to gain

Breathe in and breathe out

Days go by with maim

It doesn’t bother a person

When they got a new flame.

Burning for passion

Yeah, things aren’t the same.

Standing up a little taller…

A little stronger…

Amidst the rain

And the pain.

(written on Mar 21, 10:29 PM)