This place has only left open wounds
And peoples love is like stitches that dissolve to soon
Alone is all that’s felt when you enter a room
With arms scared from shards that can’t be cleaned with a broom
You try to look for love you’ve prayed would consume
But people tare from you everything and leave you nothing to bloom
Then leave you withered…un-groomed
A life woven that is now at the end of its loom
And you’re sad
But not because it’s all over
This life killed you to the point you could never breathe sober
Caused to much time lost with them
And no one gets a do over
Which made you die everyday
Just so you could make it here
To die all the way