My Fate Walks On Broken Glass.

All my hope is fading.
All my dreams are disappearing.
All my nightmares are returning. 
All my thoughts are wandering.
All my fears are coming true.
All my tears are rushing down my face.
I had my head held high,
just to watch it come back down and stare right back at the ground.
I had my smile back,
but then it turned into a sorrow filled frown.

Reviews

[I.M. de Ville]

Your writing style is superb. I also really liked how the words flowed in this piece. The first six lines were invigorating- made me think of an Evanescence song, actually. Keep it up!

[Shannon]

I liked it but I think the structure needs to be sorted into lines. It'd flow a lot easier.