For Better Days
The heavy heart
The burning fire inside my chest
The uneasy feeling that my heart, could burst out of my chest
Shattering my ribcage, splicing it's way through my skin
The hopeless aftertaste of betrayal that I've very well faced before
The wallowing loneliness and the cold shivers after the storm
All of this makes me pray
I pray that 'love' never makes me feel this way again
I pray nothing makes anyone feel this way ever.
Vulnerable, alone and helpless I pray
I ache and I grieve and with an unsteady hope I pray
For better days.