- The Emptiness Inside -

Words etched upon the blackboard
Telling of the tale of my broken heart
Written are the name of men I adored
Tallyed are the times my life fell apart

Can't seem to find the rhyme anymore
At loss of a word to describe the pain
Standing before the night-stricken shore
I feel no life or pleasure left to gain

And to see tomorrow would be nice
It means another day I made it through
And to love again I pay the price:
I must forget all I had once knew