
The red tears that spill from my eyes,
are filled with boiling blood and painless lies,
as if I were bleeding with emotionless sorrow.
As if I a was fearless victim of nothing but bitter rage.
The coldest anger I ever felt was, made of dark passion and brutal harted,
as if i were walking on sharp broken glass,
as if the black storm clouds were filled with deep depression.
Even on the sunniest days,happiness is still miles away .
Are blue tears made the pacific ocean.
as if the water was filled with terrible pain,
And cursed agany and dreadful migrains,
and life will never stay the same,
as if God made a honest change.
