Cracks

Stitches and Cracks

The cracks are starting to show,
through her skin the scars weep.
The comforting hands of pain,
put her to a lonely sleep.
When the sun rises above the horizon,
the emptiness creeps back into her heart.
All the anger and sadness,
pull the stitches apart.


I no longer feel like blogging, there is nothing to tell in this emptiness I have falling in. Tears won't make me feel better and pain won't relieve my heart. The comfort of being alone is now a slow dragging pain. For I wish to be embraced by loving arms, to feel that I am not alone in this world. It doesn't matter to me if the world would stop turning this very moment, I don't care anymore, I just don't care.