Haunting past
In his eyes I can see the torment his soul a fragile piece of glass,
“My life isn’t worth living,” he says, “There’s too much in my past.”
My arms ache to hold him, but with each attempt he pushes me away.
“I don’t deserve your love,” he says, “You’d be better off with out me in the way.”
My heart begins to shatter as I cry out his name,
I finally get to hold him, but it’s just not the same.
His eyes see no more, his soul is completely torn
The rivers of tears I shed can not bring him back,
As I watch him give in to the demons of his past.
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