An emptiness that cries, A cigarette burn that stings; Looking toward the skies, And holding back my screams

They say thinking about it is bad, But just how can I forget? So happy yet I'm sad, Still soaking in regrets. I remember the smell of smoke, and a chill still in the air; The thoughts that make me choke, Alone and oh so scared. A wish of life re-pure. To live within the rain, Still waiting for the cure, In the drops of joy and pain. Blue trails of nothing at all, Racing down my fingers. Faster black clouds crawl, Like all the things that linger. The only sound is dripping; Reflections in the puddles that have grown. The fabric of my life is ripping, But where can you run to if you're already home?