Surface

Uneven is the ground that I walk, now. The air smells of burnt branches, evergreen. It makes me feel sad inside. The water penetrates the earth's shoulder that tries to contain it, slowly, but I can see the tear. This isn't where I thought I would be, now.

Broken

Do you know how it feels to be broken?

Do you really know?

It is the stain, the barbed wire that is wrapped around.
It is the pain, it is the lights that stare down.

Would you answer me, if I asked you to? Would you say, ok, this is enough?
Would you say, now we are done.

Here i am: It was very dark when I wrote those words downSom...

Here i am: It was very dark when I wrote those words down
Som...: It was very dark when I wrote those words down Somehow, in a moment you can find out what you really feel Then that moment is gone. As ...

Ago

It was very dark when I wrote those words down
Somehow, in a moment you can find out what you really feel

Then that moment is gone.

As I read them now I try to keep myself, from falling back into that place
That I was, when the pen touched the paper.