Broken
If only you knew that nothing is well
I live with knowing never to tell
That this is simply nothing but hell.
My ends are reached, you cloud my dreams
I turn my head to your foul screams
But you’re always here, or either there it seems
My heart says and I obey
This simply game for you to play
Is an intricate hatred for me everyday
I wish for you, so patiently I wait
You never show up but you’re never late
Now I sit at heaven’s gate.