Dead

Always see but never say,

the cake without frosting,

the flag without a pole,

the ground with a big wide pothole,

empty and alone,

different and small,

weak and was about fall,

the little girl who was once lost in a big crowded mall,

green and red,

christmas sounds like a bloody flowerbed,

our anger is always fed,

what if ourisolation and fear isn't just in our head,

what if we feel broken and half dead,

eating away at our insides,

like throwing up on soo many rides,

too much too little people to understand