Her Darkest Days
To someone who I hope wakes up soon before her pain becomes who see is, instead of how she feels.
The things I see upset me.
They tear my heart apart but yet I stand still.
I stand still and watch her heart break and her soul fall from her chest to her feet.
I stand and watch a good hearted woman become brittle and week.
I stand by and watch a voluptuous body turn to bone.
Now I can no longer watch because all I do is cry, for her and her pain
