wounded soul – Darkness

Paper cut

Now I feel so alone Listening to the dial tone I’ll take another pill To swallow my pain And call you back up But it’s always the same You hang up on me Before I start to cry You give up on me Before I even try And I can’t figure this out Or how… Continue reading Paper cut

each morning

I can’t help but gaze at you; I can see that you’re staring off into infinite space You’re looking out the window Your head is resting on the pane