they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where

I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so

my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up

How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past

I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not

Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong

Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces

the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard