Hidden deep inside of me
the truth of what is really me
a broken heart to match a broken soul
with nothing left but
whispered words of hope.
But hope is killed to easily
with sickly slurring cunningly
dragging me away from what is really
true and the things I can trust.
My fight for life,
with emotions to big to hold
and as I lie here
crumbling
falling silent beneath the ring
of a laugh of triumph, echoing,
there is nothing left of what used to be.
