Nobody knows about the tears that start pouring down your cheeks,
pouring without reason,
or about the broken glass raging a storm in your heart..
Because your wound turned into a sickness, your doors into walls,
And your image in the mirror has become the enemy, you're hurt, right?
Everybody turned a blind eye and left you, left you to suffocate,
Making you choose your end (they're so bad aren't they?).
You've lost your purpose to live.
With no road back you'd just wander forever
And your breath would give up before your hope.