Sorrow.

This sorrow seeps into my veins,
Like rain running down the windsheild,
I cant seem to face this pain,
my happyness has begun to yeild.


The razor slits the skin,
and the tears stain my face,
My strenth running thin,
I feel overly out of place.

Things wont change for the better,
Sliding deeper into this sadness,
Writing you my goodbye letter,
I find that ignorance is bliss.