Blood spills from the wound

The one inflicted from anger

There is not much going on to relieve the pain

Tears drip silently

Fall down to the dirty floor

The moribund part of me cries out

I am ready to die

There is nothing left to learn

Nothing left to see

All that could have been done

Are gone into my faded past

Their incessant screams and false accusations

Have finally broken me down into bits and pieces

Like shards of glass I fall to the floor

And what was once strong is broken

The night is calm, the air still

All is well in other places

But here the moans of pain and despair