A Penny for Your Thoughts

Twisted Depression

Tears cut deep into my flesh,

Cold from the Moonlight's nightly caress.

Whispering words of sorrow and fright,

Weakening my broken heart with utter delight.

Blood drips down into my soul.

A vast empty space,

So hollow,

Not whole,

Are you like me?

Lost and Lonely?

Showing fake smiles and laughs so lowly?

Are you like me?

Broken and afraid?

I'm acting so strong when I'm digging my own grave.