Running skin

over broken blades,

such a sin

with so much praise.

That empty home

you're so alone.

I don't know

what I can say.

But I will try

to understand,

what makes you

feel that way.

Hollow cries,

they're from your eyes,

and I can see you

wilting away.

Come and

let me hug you tightly,

just a little while.

Don't you

know that

I'd give anything,

to see your one

true smile?