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what's happened to your face?

it's just dark and vacant ruins

everyday your feet walk the same pattern

your sore eyes never look into the light

a shadow hangs over your shoulders

and a tear leaves the corner of your eye



every laugh is a cry

faking smiles with a sigh

your matches have all been used

your candle has been abused

you wrote me a letter on how you felt

but the only thing on the paper was a question mark



the world walked all over you…

now it walks through you



slipping into the water

you swam to the bottom and held your breath

gripped onto a drain and waited for death

yet even by Death you were scorned

it seems you died before you were even born.



why couldn't have someone seen you drowning?

why didn't they rescue you from the pressure?

but I saw you in the pool of sorrow

I reached out my hand but it wasn't for you

I could see the smoke hiding you from vision

and yet I shook my thoughts from the decision



I had thrown away your letter and never wrote you back

dismissing your cries for help

I caused your heart to blacken

now my soul has left me ill and cracked



my world is just an inkblot

I lived my life and you did not

each day that I hear your faint screams for help

my spirit dies again and again

my pool of sorrow is dry

and this tormenting regret will never end