The sky
Is like
My ❤
Blue

Yet I
Feel rain drops
On my
Face

I feel
Them swim
Across my
Lips

The taste
Only highlights
What I
Hide
Behind my
Face

I'm only
A
Shell
Nothing inside
But
A
Empty space

All has
Been erased
Taken away
Never replaced
Incased

My foundation
Has been
Demolished
Brick by
Brick

Life
Love
Has mistreated
Me

I wish
I knew
A
Trick

To escape
This sadness
Which has
me
Sick

With nobody
To lend
A
Ear

With nobody
To catch
My tears

I suffer
A lone
With wounds
That puncture
My soul

Even to
Sleep
Has become
A
War

The pillow
Tries to
Suffocate

The blankets
Try to
Squeeze
The life
Out of
Me

Last few
Nights
I find
That sleeping
On the
Floor

Has been
Nicer
Then my
Bed... To be