I think I'm going to cry,
For the first time today.
My hopes, my dreams, my everything,
They all fade away.
I have nothing now, only emptiness.
A void in my soul,
I feel nothing,
Only time lets me know I am still living.
Your words,
They cut like a knife,
The sharp edge,
Sliding through my skin,
Deep, to my bones,
Deep, to my soul.
I think I'm going to cry,
For the first time today.
My bitter, twisted, angry life,
Slowly slips away
Steve Armstrong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slip-away-2/
