Pain

Broken up by fears,
Left for dead with unworthily tears,
Feeling ever so numb,
From the age of the very young,

Loosing all the beautiful places,
Left is the path to stare out in space,
Piercing through like a knife in the heart,
Only to take what is already cut apart,

Feeling to feel is not more,
Cant face the fact that you've gone through the door,
Faces are make to laugh but not mine,
All that is there is wasted white wine,

The color grey is now my friend,
Wasting way I cant comprehend,
Passion to love is not mine at all,
Only to cry at nights when the rain fall.