Wasteland

I never imagined how cold it would become

As all grace and innocence had come undone

As I peer into the cold void of my eyes

The wasteland that lies inside

The dust collecting on the stone tombs

All that is left is a wasteland as I wither away

My heart locked and buried alive

Perhaps it would have been better to die

Then to become what I am now

Fear has consumed me

The world is my enemy

and I am my own enemy

But I've grown tired

The bandaides I've thrown to cover the pain

Does nothing to numb but hide my shame

and I've grown tired...

I lay down and let it overcome me

When others lost their faith in me

I lost it in myself

Apathetic of self infliction

Why bother to get better?

The fight has lost all meaning.

and I'll just throw on a bandaide to hide

and I'll smile even though I die a little more each moment

Though I cannot hide the wasteland in my eyes