Take my tears and taste the pain,
Taste the hurt I’ve felt;
I’m barely standing this gloomy rain,
I sink in sorrow’s sands;
Of all the joy my heart is drained,
It’s bleak and all so sad;
My wounded soul is so afraid
Of all the bad times we’ve had,
“Please, no, not again”
It weeps as it pleads and begs,
Frightened by the gore and stains
With which hurt has it clad..
As you look deep in my eyes
I’ll tell you what you see:
A heart covered with ice,
Yet its beat just won’t cease;
A soul reeking with forlorn cries
For it’s scared of being reaped;
Self-hate conjuring my mind
And constantly hurting me.
Look at all my insides
And how they slowly bleed,
Hidden by lies and fake smiles
And all the make-believes.
Worded Sorrow 