Burnt Picture

CrystalWolfTear

I look at the torn picture
Just trying to let go
Still trying to capture
The hope of long ago

I try to rescue my memory
Put the two halves into one
your birthday was in January
And the picture was taken then

The burnt picture in my hand
is all that i have left
Is this really where i stand?
At the devastating depth?

Your death brought despair
It covered my heart in fear
The image is just a blur
But the memory is still Clear

I'm covered in depression
I painfully cry for help
I ask my self the same question
Is it really how i felt?

I feel my heart torn and bruised
It won't last longer now
My throbbing heart is abused
But i'll survive somehow

i look through the mist
In my shadow's hand a knife
I run it through My trembling wrist
Hoping to end my life

I wake up to the blinding sun
I know i dream't up my death
I don't know what i have done
I'm feeling my own breath

The picture is fractured and torn
Down the middle a rip is engraved
The memory is like a thorn
The delicate picture still saved

I cry as the raindrops fall
I stand hurt but brave
I pretend to be strong and tall
As i stand upon your grave