A brokenheart stopped beating.
Nobody to rely one,
Nobody who is there for you.
Only emptyness in my heart,
why is it my life that has to part?
As i walk a road away from my house,
i see broken bottles of glass.
The glass destroys my outer-self,
it's not dark and cold,like you said it felt.
I can see a scarlet red glow of my blood,
streaming down my arm as i go.
I did it,i did it,
i couldn't ease my troubled mind.
You have no idea how it felt,
to feel my heart so cold.
The heat leaves my body as the troubles leave my mind.
I can see clearly now,wat there is at the end.
As my heart beat goes slower and nearly stops,
i can see a glimpse of your face in the puddle of blood.
It's getting colder,so much colder,it's almost like it's freezing.
I can hear not much now,i can't stand up much longer,i fall on my knees,
atlast i found inner peace.
To be,or to be not.
A story has a start and an end,
i reached my last stop,goodbye my friend.