• Thrown to the ground
    With no hope in sight.
    Such a future is seen
    When you turn out your light.

    The anger and tears
    The togetherness dies
    She sits all alone
    In her bedroom and cries.

    Of all of the things
    That she could have felt
    Why did love have to be
    The one to stand out?

    With no voice, she screams,
    With no feeling, she aches.
    Her vocals so loud
    That the nearest glass breaks.

    The pieces fall;
    She watches them shatter
    There's blood on the floor
    Scarred wrists read, “Did I matter?”