by Elle Ives
The hurt of a broken heart that no one can see.
|I can’t see how I’ve been here for three years
And not felt sick like so till this sad day.
So long have I convinced my soul in tears
That he is just as full of joy as they.
But that I know is far from the grim truth.
So now I rest my head upon this arm
In hopes of finding escape in my youth.
Though dreams of days gone past do calm the storm,
I open up my eyes only to see
That they cannot perceive this ghost of me.