UTAAYU

Human lives, so fragile and empty Constantly just passing by. These brittle bones, twisted hollow Filled with the tears we cry. And what of those, We hurt in our anguish? Refusing to admit defeat. And what if I Could tell you I loved you, Would that change history? Rainy days, provide me with comfort Listening to the drops. Winter nights, leave open the window The cold makes me feel alive. When did I, Choose to fragment my soul? Making my own living hell. And when will you Find the love in yourself Instead of looking in me? People can, be so demented In their lovely heads. The pretty ones, are just as damaged Yet judged