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.