A soul made of ink

That once golden thread tied together

It bleeds through this paper thin body

That won't last forever.

A sharp word tears through you

Like a target hit with a knife.

How much longer, you wonder,

Do I have to live this life?

Words go unheard, screams unanswered,

Trapped inside the cage you made.

All the happy lives walk on by

As you just watch and fade.

Standing up with new found determination

A blank page you put on your face

You let the world color it as it sees fit

And leave the "you" without a trace.