My tears have stopped, they once flowed free,
But now I live in agony.
My friends, though good, have come too late,
My life already fell to fate.
My soul can cry, day in, day out,
Yet I can’t even manage a pout…
My eyes are dry, forever so,
From knowing things I shouldn’t know.
The pain of many, many fears,
Compacted into sixteen years.
Your fears or mine, I cannot tell,
But I see my mind’s a living hell.
Life drawn from me, to please another,
A torture even from my mother.
Once was I free, a bright young soul
But now, I’m old, a burned out coal…
Just the ashes of what once was
And their reason? Just because…