Am I broken? You pass by me everyday thinking nothing is wrong And you're right nothing is wrong with me But I can't cry no matter what I can't shed a tear no matter how hard I try And I wonder if I'm broken inside Why can't I shed one tear I only feel broken inside when I should be crying My tears dried up long ago Where have my tears gone? Am I broken? Am I depressed? Even though I feel fine I just want to cry though I feel fine? Why do I want to cry even though I feel fine? Am I broken? Why can't I cry? Am I broken? Why can't I cry no matter what? Why do I want to cry so bad? Am I broken? I feel fine but I want to cry... Lifeless Internally Shattered, My heart is chained. I cry silent tears, Hiding behind a mask. No one hears the scream of pain, No one sees the tears in my eyes. High Functioning makes my silence.... Seem as if nothing is wrong. No one feels the internal pain. The only person that knows something is wrong Is you my empathic friend. Despite the miles between us, Our connection is strong, Even if we haven't met in person. Can't you see into my eyes? Can't you hear my internal cries? Can't you hear my internal cries? Broken Lifeless Shattered I'm nothing more than an empty shell Looking for a home. Pain of Loss Breathing is like shattered glass The guilt swallows me whole The pain of loss struck me hard Tumbling me to the floor Has no one told you she's not breathing? Can't you see I'm not breathing? Can't you feel the hole in my heart? Crimson The crimson sky beckets thee to her side. Thy sorrows beckon thee into her fiery grip. Thou dost not understand thine call into the unknown. As the sun sets her golden ray, thou hast served her to thee. Thou betrayal dost not harm me, nor dost thine green. Can thou hear my ragged cry, or are thou too arrogant in thine ways to see thy truth before thine eyes? Thou hast no line of truth, for thine orbs doubt my words. She beckons me to her side, but the light never reaches my core. The internal sorrow hast no name for its game, yet solitude calls my name. Dost thou know thine name, or dost thou have no name? Her crimson ray hast not opened my eyes, nor dost it makeith me whole. Dost thou not hear thine name? Thou hath no fury when thou awoke to thine name.
Wow, I am speechless. These are all so beautiful. I really like the last one, reminds of of Shakespeare. These are all so sad, yet beautiful as well. Some say it takes pain to make art. These are amazing.
