Lost hope on a loser.
A victim - in love with the accuser.
What a delicate maneuver.
You shifted skin and showed what was within.
The stars that made you, became ever so dim.
Sweet nothing's never sounded so grim.
I found a hole and crawled in.
Finding peace in what couldn't have been.
Going into hiding, denying our end.
I'm trying my best to look around the bend.
I'm looking for a new place to begin - filling myself
up with deadly sin.
You're a lost soul, filled with chagrin.
A mannequin - dying to fit in.
A broken heart, no one can mend.
A thought through paragraph - never hitting send.
