As each tear falls down your beautiful face,
A single peice of me dies.
Whilst your heart cries with mine.
I too share your pain.
Physically exsausted from crying,
The moisture to stain your face.
Increasingly difficult to breathe,
Wishing, to be your last.
That metaphorical knife pains you so,
Really does feel like being stabbed.
The wounds still fresh and sore,
Bleeds your soul from this tormented carcus.
The aftermath so cold and empty now.
Darkness surrounds your lonely view.
Missing lights at the end of the tunnel,
Your scared, alone, tired, and dead.
I ask....
Lay your head down, and sleep in bed.
Whats the worst to happen?
With nothing left to fear...
Situations given time, become clear.
I ask you to humour me,
For once the B.O.T.D.
For morning sunrise you shall see,
That I am there, by your side, and allways will be.
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