Lying alone in this cold, dark, and lonely place,
Tucked away, hiding from the world, I allow the tears to flow softly down my face.
As the laughter, smiles, and good memories of distant past,
Flash through my mind and dimly fade like reflections in a poorly tinted glass.
I clench my pillow and hold it tight o'er my face and I cry out in pain,
As a sharp pain in my chest makes me toss and turn, as a gentle flow of tears turns to rain.
Little black tinted shattered shards of my broken heart lay scattered o'er the floor.
As I ask myself a question I must have asked myself a hundred times before.
"Will I ever love and be loved even just once, just once more?"
Little shattered shards of a heart once whole, now lay scattered o'er the floor.
If you see me with my head down and a hood o're my grim and sickly pale face.
Its probably because I'm hiding from all the people and creating my own dark place.
Where I can sit and reflect on better times and happier rhymes,
Times when I had money and love...times when I didn't have to fly signs for a few measly dimes.
Some say I'm a disturbed little boy with no direction left in his life.
But if you were to ask me I'd say I'm just hiding from all the misery, heart ache, drama, and strife.
Because...
Little black tinted shattered shards of my broken heart lay scattered o'er the floor.
As I ask myself a question I must have asked myself a hundred times before.
"Will I ever love and be loved even just once, just once more?"
Little shattered shards of a heart once whole, now lay scattered o'er the floor.
--SlayerX--
© Brett Harper
