Could have been
#2 of The Struggle
Yet another short added to those who know one who's given up or close to the extreme.
We all deserve on thing in life to hold up to, and that one person who will always listen.
The disparity of kin ever growing
Growing distant and lost
Unheard, loathing in solitude
Remember a time peace
A time when waking from rest seemed blissful
You smiled wider than your heart
Wider than their animosity
A heart of painted glass
We leaned on you
A facade we could not fathom
You were happy
With a heart of glass
We never saw the cracks
Through red laced arms
Nights became filled with pain
With mornings repetitions going unanswered
You can be happy
With a heart of glass
You could be happy
We threw away shards
Only seeing what we wanted
You looked so happy to us