thoughts furrow your brow
effectively shutting your heart
"what good is it to trust, to feel?"
Anger embodies itself in you
drying you out from the inside
-I see bones so lonely they'd weep
if only they had a friend to care.
but you're finally a sleeping cage
six feet below the smiles
you could have easily entertained.

i guess this is easier
perhaps you won
but my heart broke for you today
because you really aren't
so forgotten.